How Seared Gets Served

I gave the order clear
A cut I thought I knew
The cook received the word
And set his work to do

He brought it to the board
And laid it down with care
The edges kissed with heat
But red was shining there

Mark it well
That's how seared gets served!
Mark it well
That's how seared gets served!

The center cool and bright
No fire had touched within
I looked from man to man
No question crossed their skin

They took it as it lay
No voice to raise alarm
A thing already known
And carried without harm

Mark it well
That's how seared gets served!
Mark it well
That's how seared gets served!

No word to warn the hand
No sign to turn aside
A rule not spoke aloud
But held like turning tide

I set it to the blade
And felt the yielding part
Near as tare tare at the core
I bore it by the fork

I ate as I was set
And let the matter ride
For all who sail this trade
Take what may live inside

Mark it well-
That's how seared gets served!
Mark it well-
That's how seared gets served!

So let it stand as law
For any soul unnerved
The edge may meet the flame
The heart stays raw and served