Today it is hot enough to bake a loaf of bread on rock

And I am thinking about thirst in Gaza

Although yesterday I tried to look at peonies

As I write, each word is a small and silent prayer

And I am thinking about thirst in Gaza

When I was younger I went to the Holy Land

As I write each word is a small and silent prayer

I couldn’t have known it would be razed and wired

When I was younger I went to the Holy Land

And anyway what can I do but witness

I should have known it would be razed and wired

I had a dream that stones were bread, and tears were water

And anyway what I can do is witness

Although yesterday I tried to look at peonies

I had a dream that stones were bread, and tears were water

Today it is hot enough to bake a loaf of bread on rock