The law of Rule

Power is a retinue.

It moves with a procession,

a tide of faces that shift and dissolve,

each one carrying the weight of the last.

It is no longer the rule of law,

no longer the measured hand

that holds the world in balance.

It is the law of rule

a force that bends what must be straight,

a voice that speaks not to reason

but to dominion.

History does not argue,

it does not pause to consider.

It marches,

following the retinue,

pulled forward by the weight of power

until nothing is left

but the silence it leaves behind.