Black Shadow Poem by Saul Palti

In the frost laden night
despair and treachery
rain forth upon my shoulders
you know what I mean
down in the hollow
rapt in the cold
dead night
of saloons splendor
what if there was a way out
to gain what one had lost


the bitter moon has a say
on what was his given month
never before
was the cloud so black
it was hard to see
out of the window
which were covered in lies
our reach was distant
as I count the seconds
of the hour