A Ring Poem by Saul Palti

Its greatness to be be sunken
with fire all around the lantern
burning the flesh of Arian
two pieces of ash taken

gloom beckons and becomes wild
swollen from thunders bark
that never strikes the heart so mild
and of course finals mark

someone else swaggers past
drinking fins with the sword fish
who taste so sweet but wont last
without elegance and a dish

he was surly hot from the fire
rapt in metal barb wire
gaining more ground forever higher
and squeezing slightly taller