After the Parade [unfinished work]

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I saw him lumbering down the street when his cloak put a hook to my memory:
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How he honored us the day our parade honored him
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By wearing what he wore when he saved the world.


    stop & offer help.  smell wine as he asks for money.  Feed him and
    hear the tale come out so well-worn.

    It was hell and mythological;  anchor:  home is safe, I will return,
    all will be well again

    Victory & return, home preserved perfectly--but what I went through
    to win it ruined me for home.

    Enjoy it, mister--please.  Thank you for the meal.  Could you get me
    a bottle?  the horrors help me remember why I'm happy.