For Lloyd

When in waking hours

no relief to be found

Only poison left to quell the din

subdue the competing voices within

dosed to relegate

a conscience more sedate

Then for some hours to breath

In repose years erased

no barrier to my travels

I take the place and time of my choice

My journey to these realms may find

Mr. Montgomery’s closet and

the long, woolen overcoat scented

with briar and aromatic leaf

and romanticized memories of night skies

over Hanover ’43

The man who made it home

paid the price for living free

yet still sacrifice his only progeny

You taught us to be men

as only you knew how

I didn’t know it then

but I understand it now