Down at the end of Jerusalem Street
There’s a butcher’s shop selling cuts of meat
Wrapped in cloth so white and neat
You’d think it was really a winding sheet.
So many parcels! Enough for a feast!
Shoulder and loin, belly and feet,
Heads to boil, legs to roast,
Fresh from the slaughterhouse,
Palestine shambles,
Where human animals meet their end
Down at the end of Jerusalem Street.