I used to pray at bedtime
That your electric violence
Would spare our house.
Once I stood on a summer night,
Bare ankles wet with dew,
As your voice rumbled across the fields,
And you lit the clouds beyond the trees.
Later I drove a car,
Secure that my steel box
And rubber wheels ungrounded me.
But you set the wires swinging,
And unbearable blue light
Cast black shadows through the windshield.
Now the sky grows darker,
And the wind is in my face.
You strike close,
Then closer,
And closer still.