Lightning burned the fields. Black fire choked our breath. We huddled in the kitchen. Sand poured through the walls. We looked to one another. The children shut their mouths. The whirling and the turning. Of destruction filled our house. The blood-thirsty yearning. Clamored all about us. Darkness rose up. From the floor like a demon. Fearful of the death. That buckled through our minds. Shaken to the core. Foresaken and unkind. Well the sun came a-shinin. And the dust did settle down. Birds and jack-rabbits. Lay dead on the ground. Electricity. Trembled in the skys. Sparks shot forward. Causing us to fly. Take some breakfast. But the grit was in our food. And everywhere around us. Starvation broke on through. My husband stood a-starin. At the plentiful disaster. God was in his eyes. But death was in his heart. Dried up whiskey. Chickens in the house. Stolen car stereo. Cholesterol on your mouth. Stolen car stereo. Snowman all in flames. Deluxe cockroach. Telling me what's real. Black Sabbath playing. I wake up in my socks. Candle all a-burnin