to the last decimal

[fledgist]

 so many orders of which none matter

in this harsh place where all words come to fail

in giddy smoke and stinking horses' stale

 

it seems that all our urges need to shatter

because we have not found the proper scale

so many orders of which none matter

 

but many fools who do not cease to flatter

yet will not stoop to help us when we ail

nor build a roof to shelter from the hail

so many orders of which none matter