I’m sorry for your loss
Your baby lost her head
Jumping over the fences
Wild wolves with fire sticks

I’m sorry for your loss
The heart grinds to a halt
A peppercorn too thick
Down-tools the result

I’m sorry for your loss
A story told to satisfaction
Repeated through the ages
A Chinese whisper in the dark

I’m sorry for your loss
Why did you lose your head?
Take up spears to arms
And thrust through the fences

I’m sorry for your loss
The stories rewritten and revised
Wild wolves are the angels
And heads left on spikes

Somewhat a response to a comment on Christmas in Gaza