Long ago
they whispered
that grass
should strive
to seek
such susurrant calm
Waving not even
in the slightest
breath
nor breeze
lest it
disturb
petty
pontiffs
Disorder
the universe
Overturning
oligarchies
Peter principle
pedantry

“Keep still”
they said
“Don’t break
tranquil
slumbers
we’ve placed
upon
your
dormouse
eyelids
Were you to wake
we might
be forced
to show our hand
Our
empty
manipulative
Machiavellian
certainty
that this world
is ours
and you
little more than
docile
sheep
grazing
on
too calm
grass”

Long ago they whispered
and we kept listening

[From Dianne’s prompt: “Docile”]