Party Line with a Ball and Chain

Collective order consists of tilted seesaws,
a constant weight in the favor of a single party,
keeping the opponent in an odd balance,
feet dangling down and head hanging forth,
a cold display of power paired with quiet surrender.

Illuminated by a honeycombed point of light,
a candle in a decorative cup,
with dark siren flowers displayed,
my tongue tilted up in silence,
thoughts held high and words dangling from them.