Proud Deliverance Poem by Saul Palti

The mountain dew erects its ledge
from a mouse's tail I dare to hedge
this either way a child's smile and play
of neither choice nor fruitful day

all gone to the priest who preys
with crossed legs and hands sways
who has gone at arms length
one eighth to serve a lonesome tenth

free from form with pen to paper
on time or maybe later even never
the tried and tested swallowed
at the fountain that bellowed

crickets play on the crusted earth
once a cheeky chap gave birth
to hells fire never to repeat
and fall around and take a seat

times top has tipped in love
the whole world has had enough
where the magnitude gives doom
a sweet child was born into a room