Severed limbs upon his bed

empty bowls for his head

starving babies on the floor

nighttime 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

Free Gaza

Free Palestine