Katy's Drier Morning

She was a child of the occupation.
She built tall churches in her imagination.
She awoke from a dream of her mother shaking.
Katy's drier morning.

He fell from his gilded throne/high-chair
into the devil's bog of despair.
Would things be different if it were
Katy's drier morning?

I scooped up the infant from a sink full of knives.
Ten thousand were slain before I blinked my eyes.
I fell to my knees - someone had to cry
on Katy's drier morning.