I dreamt I lured a man to the countryside
to betray him
I dreamt I got a call from my mother
telling me my father was dead
He'd been caught
sleeping with the wives
of other men
His throat was cut
I had a hard time hearing her
over the line
I've never met my father
She hung up
without saying goodbye
I looked out
over the rolling green hills
the sunset
and sheep
I think I was a spy
and maybe I was going
  to ****** that man
I took him to this farm
and told him this was the place
of my youth
and then my mother called
interrupting my mission
to say my father was dead
He was getting out of bed
and his throat was slit
I didn't grow up in this place
and I can't remember
why I needed to betray
this man