Starmer’s bedroom
Severed limbs upon his bed
empty bowls for his head
starving babies on the floor
Kindertransport bringing more
Righteous night in Kentish Town
Weightless fists pound his head
soundless cries in his ears
fleshless fingers mark his throat
dry tears drown his lungs
stick legs pierce his belly
Frozen sheets to keep him warm
mattress wet to weigh his bulk
blistered lips at his ear
Whispering prophetic words
Returning to Jerusalem