Masked men move through the city
Politicians across the aisle speak with impotence.
Nothing interrupts the taking.
The pendulum does not lie.
It tells us who we are
when power no longer pretends.
Morality does not fail all at once.
It thins in the urban jungle.
corruption leads the downfall.
Administration replaces judgment.
Procedure replaces thought.
Violence appears neutral
when it is properly filed.
The pendulum’s motion requires no belief.
Only momentum.
What happens is not chaos
but order stripped of reflection.
The system functions.
The wound is efficient.
Silence is not refuge here.
Silence is already occupied.
To see clearly
is not to resolve.
It is to refuse reconciliation
with what insists on being normal.
The pendulum pauses—
not at balance,
but at exposure.
The pendulum turns.
No correction follows.
Masked men move through the city
Those across the aisle speak with impotence.
Nothing interrupts the taking.
2. The pendulum swings—
back and back again—
no center,
just flip.
Up is down.
Down is policy.
The ignorant lead.
The criminals sign the orders.
In the urban jungle—
sirens riff,
boots improvise—
Humming to the drone surveillance.
3. There is no return to balance.
It inverts.
What was marginal now commands.
Ignorance administers.
Criminality governs.
History repeats without learning—
Slaughterhouse-Five logic:
events recur because they cannot be metabolized.
The city becomes wilderness.
Masked agents move through neighborhoods,
selecting bodies by color,
deploying chemicals, physical violence.
Politics offers no mediation.
The state relinquishes its monopoly on force
to federalized violence
with a familiar genealogy.
Art by Kate W 