The Moon Poem by David Stern
The Moon
The old wrinkled woman hanged herself in the sky
Her bruised round face gives a sick blue light
Which haunts the sorry creatures crawling at night
Cursing with melancholy the heartbroken lovers
The useless poets and impotent dreamers
And sad ugly girls of the dirty streets
And sad aging wives of their clients
And weary travelers strayed on a wrong road
Far away from home
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