Cash Back (Pepper Plus Spice) Poem by Saul Palti

In to the wilderness
we queue with ice circumference
repeated and aloud..............
black shadows from a grey broad

confusion floats at each about
how we trust and turn our doubt
at the days of ponder
oh how the witches wonder

to move the traffic lights and all
kings surrounded by fools
who gallantly stride behind their bride
with the virgin Mary by side

each strange passer by
leaves a mark silently sigh
while moons held by gravity
while all last prophets die! !