Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "From the Mouths of Babes,"

Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "From the mouths of Babes."

(dedicato: Danielle & Raechel/Aniello Family)

...The Mouth of Babes!

...From the mouths of Babes that PROFOUND, that kick U lost, before U RESOUND!?

 From the mouth of Babes, Peace -not WAR and all the slings/arrows U met before. From the mouths of Babes that equanimity, that UN-found land, a "Ponce de Lyon "wail.  the mystery of your Age, the fountain of eternal youth, a legend of yester-yore? The SMUCK U once were ...for a fool? (EL DORADO?) Or Coney Island?  Somebody else's gig?

From the DEAD mouths of Babes, gasping, NAZIS-Gas Chamber, showered to death, the MOUTHS of Babes still resonate in our Song; intrinsic, hollow ghosts, songs, gallows-burning from the Babes yet who still got a voice...with my mouth. You TOO if U can sing this song? A SHALLOM-forlorn. A Kibbutz somewhere, someplace. Less we forget. The Earth is hollow ground. Cyrus the Great died a long time ago.

From the mouths of Babes, Kids, misfits, skittle bodies who ran around/ PLAYED. Yet tomorrow's tyrants, tomorrow's SAINTS, tomorrow's-tomorrow, tomorrows fate. A twisting dyonic, a double-helix of greed, sometimes hate, that viral which absorbs/catches your make as the mouths of Babes to keep your keepsakes yet that Edga Allen Poe's "Tell Tale Heart "Will keep U awake. That turning of the screw. Dirt on dirt.

From the mouths of Babes. The mouths of Babes & ALL that is HOLY to EN-grace your place, residing as U are. Alive, U stake your claim...Fallible IS our Nature, ALACK-FALSTAFF!!! Put not your faith in Princes! The mouth of Babes to take U into adventure. What Song, what RING, what paradise or disaster.... From the mouths of Babes that PROFOUND, that kick U lost, before: U RESOUND!

c. 2026, dave delacroix.