DPF / Doyle

Another for the day, from Poetryfoundation.org.

from The City’s Oldest Known Survivor of the Great War / by James Doyle

marches in uniform down the traffic stripe
at the center of the street, counts time
to the unseen web that has rearranged
the air around him, his left hand
stiff as a leather strap along his side,
the other saluting right through the decades