The sky the clouds trees reflected in the veteran’s wall
make it seem invisible
as if I could walk though to the other side—
Names written on air
ascending in light appear to enter where they’re given
dreamless sleep or heaven,
who am I to say where they go beyond the love we give them?
Some people thank the Vet for service to the nation,
I’m home alive, well as ever
Suspicious of trendy sympathy–
Those who do not trust tradition
often know the tragedy
The power and the honor in sedition, that’s another story.
Rayn Roberts 2019