Shouting About Chinese Food Again

In my heart 

Sits a glass blown bird 

On a window sill 

Yet she's never heard 

On these walls 

The naked art 

Of my great-uncle

Never met him, 

Never will 

Leave me for a 

Quiet room 

Leave me for a 

Quiet room 

Please,  

Don't forget that I 

Belong in a 

Sacred home 

That my soul 

Is of Jewish stone 

Please know, 

That I am 

A golden globe

Turning round and round 

While you shout about 

Chinese food again.