Violence ( Goya “The Third of May 1808”) –

The brain – then brush here celebrate that long red stain seeping the universe.

Was not the chink of light peeping between the walls of birth – of death transient enough? – and yet this trivial massacre must shorten it.

And only one protests – that man white-shirted – arms upraised in one last gesturing of affirmation.

If he had got the time he might be singing – might tell them that life still has its treasuries to open for him at least – perhaps for them.

But these are no times for song, only that flinging of his arms is yet permitted him, and all his dazzling white and blaze-dark eyes are but a silhouette against the symmetry of dying.

One moment hence or rather but a millionth of a moment and life will be a full stop – filled with blood. ~

Violence ( Goya “The Third of May 1808”) –