Ten Dead

I woke up this morning And I went back to bed Ten dead, ten dead Now there are ten dead Turn on the radio This is what they said No more, no more No more than ten dead Stacking stones And strands of light I feel a little bit home Most of me is out of sight Hollow honeycomb I'm tired when the day breaks I'm tired when the day ends Righteous, righteous The way my life will bend The way my attention bends The way that my knee bends A scratch on the cheek A father to fight I was too weak, too cold Mostly night, I was mostly night Not enough light to hold Up over the mountains Down beside the sea Ten more, eleven more What's one more to me? I woke up this morning And I went back to bed Ten dead, ten dead Now there are ten dead