Order, Order

We built their cages.

We gilded them.

We listened to their croaks,

no one could call it song,

hear, hear, hear hear,

call to order.

Order, order,

keep them in order.

Keep them stuffed

with food and drink,

we did that too,

keep them fed and watered.

No not watered

they won’t drink water

that would be out

of order.

Order, order.

Watch them

flapping their paper wings

to order.

Order order.

We should give them orders.

We pay the pipers,

they should sing for us

but they can only croak.

hear hear, hear hear,

for themselves.

We don’t have to listen.

https://www.culturematters.org.uk/index.php/arts/poetry/item/3900-a-fish-rots-from-the-head