Sleeplessness
And the tug, tug, tug at my ribs... I turn memories into poetry that otherwise would be too much to bear, too sad to tell. And the pummelling of the iron fists, the razor-sharp shrapnel blaze How will we all survive the assault of Israel The assault on Israel The assault by Israel Our personal drama is nothing if you compare Can you hear the human howling? Can you see the blaze?