I have no name,
At least
I must have forgotten it
For no one calls it out in the night-
Or by day.
I am a service,
A place for people to find their way home,
Which is never with me.
I will dress your proof of battle,
Fill your stomach and send you on your way
And in time,
You'll forget me.
But I'll slide into sleep at night
Murmuring thanks to the stars
That you've found your peace.