The Meeting Poem by Saul Palti

I met a fair man on the coral bed
in a cool clear voice this is what he said
one way or another you will end up dead
with one foot before the other he lead

up and out of the blue ocean sea
on to the land to become what you want to be
all I ask is to live my life and to be free
at all times always being me

a white lilly blooms under the sun
now go and fetch your cold steel gun
as the man sets out and begins to run
this poetic write is over and done