O bleary predawn gothic: Blue, black, and grey Stumble sleepwalk to the kitchen Only this single ritual could start the day Head bowed at the altar of this brackish liquid Gather materials: Filter, kettle, urn Boil the water, begin to pour Go fetch the paper from the front step and learn That the country fears another Civil War Light starts to leak through the antique window Your wife and daughter are still asleep in bed At the bottom of your mug is a map of Ohio At the bottom of your heart is a map of your dread Under a weird blue smokeless sky you drink up Soon will be time for another cup