The Endurance of Naught

States if not fluid entities

grow frigid into tyranny,

for in requiring that essential

substance of power—

the people—at once both

collectivizations, singularity,

cannot withstand this rigid

hierarchy. It will not be assured

of its dominion were just one

of us grains of sand refusing

to stack up. They must be

meritorious if States are

to exist at all. A sturdy

ladder built rung by rung

by each and every soul on earth.

No closed circuit club of the

eternally fortunate but a tree

sprung from the most benign

seed and of the hardest bark.

How else could it be if the leaves

at the top were perpetually

segregated from the roots below?

For how long could one

penultimate limb exploit

the foundation it subsists upon?

How else shall the cannibalistic organism

meet its end? In surely being severed

from its base. In being swarmed by the

decomposing counter agents

its own totalitarian

system creates!