I had dreams intense last night. I saw her face through the blinds. She laid her head down and sighed, "I- I killed your family last night. I killed your family last night." I felt the touch of a ghost and my dead mother whispers in my ears. She tells me she's sewn to the floor from the curve of her back to her toes. She spoke of fighting for the Lord, but she's unsure who's winning the war. With guns to our sides, my brother was first. Taken by two shots in the chest. My sister was next, with one and pride. Shot in the head. The uglies are dead. Remember me in a cold, cold sweat, and dream the dream that gets you upset. Yes, I'd like to get children fed. Yes, I'd like to drown them all dead. Please, help me get mommy home. In stormy weather, covered in dirt and bones. Fire, wake up, don't lay down and die. The sun will rise and keep us alive.