Zoo Poem by Saul Palti

Awake and alight from the cannibals
will you taste of fruit the succulent tender
as if many trodden heels tempered the gully
and all the night was a vision of what is to come

a dead maniacs dream halts from the rest
where the love of pleasurable embrace
pleases not only the fallen but the crimson
who suck blood straight out of the vein

deaf poets sing out of tune into the night
passing as dead souls straight to a resting place
gormless are they in the heat of battle
ponder another taken doze to dose your breast

I was just justifying my last justice
of where best to lay my weary head
and dream the moonlit night into the fiery sun
what is real and what if death was another breath