Anarchy wears a mask of reason

Anarchy wears a sly mask of reason

Meanings measured in memorable rows

Within the smothering smog of treason

A fear and trembling at what could be grows

The air beats with sycophantic laughter

Each wave a wheezing memorial, spat

In spray at other selves, roped from rafters

Laps at softly swaying soles, hung flat

A cloth person, sown with an iron grille

Eyes seamed shut-in silence, lips caked in rust

Do they choose to breathe, and poison instil?

We wear the mask until the mask is dust

No matter the meters, balance aligns

But you know you can jump between the lines