“To make a bed for these children you must tuck their dreams in properly”
He once sang In the Ghetto a stone’s throw from the giant
and once to his wife when they were tiny in the crosshairs.
He once brought Vegas to the orphan in a little girl’s eyes
And when she smiled he was the greatest rock star in the world.
He once called his wife Priscilla and just for him she played that role
except for nights when she played Sinatra so olives would grow.
They’d make impossible plans yet talk like one day they’d happen,
“Palestine is the Aral sea and we are the rusting boats” she said.
He last sang Love Me Tender as Gaza rocked like a crib,
“Listen to the chaffinch” he laughed, “it’s singing its rain call,
their bombs and the water pipes have made it sing he laughed.”