june july I went home to live with my mom   at night I sat out to watch cicadas on the lawn   june july, confusion tennessee   here sherman's army leveled troops in 1863      now those battlefields are marked and paragraphed   and maintained by national park service trust      at night I walked through those fields   looking for proof of death, echoes of wounded soldier appeals   tonight the rain clouds are pressing down   hovering low, warning me to go back home      I saw lightning flicker in the clouds   one and two thousand, better turn around      light was focused down on me   white spike cracked and threw me to the ground      when I awoke the sun was streaming over the fields   warming the ground soaked with summer rain