Untitled: “battle of fish”

I heard a voice say “a battle of fish”
“It is worth writing about.”
“Why don’t you see it?”
And it does bring to mind a certain image
a battle of fish
it is overt green melancholy
But it is not green poetry
It is destructive poetry
“a battle of fish”

“You are publicly shaming me,” the voice says.
I have no intention of deluding you
that is not my position to thread

And I heard a voice say
“You cannot ignore me and this is not a king’s poetry.”
No, no king here
no mild persuasion of the lips
where the grass is fertile
and the ground is sweet
my kingdom died with my youth
when I did not hear you
But the voice I heard was distant
and warm advice was constant
now if I am a king (to which I can never be)
I have been cast out, pleasing the voice

maturity comes in all forms
reluctance to maturity is human nature
for we are all creatures of rage
to one degree or another, rage determines behavior
and we are not of wit to reform