All Our Grandfathers

gods, protect him.
This last of gentlemen.
Tie mirror perfect, folded tight beneath
V neck sweater and crisp collar.
gods, watch his step
In those proud polished shoes
Laced with life leathered fingers
Wiped still on doormats
Exchanged for sheepskin at sunset.
gods, wrap him warm
Keep out the chill
Like the tweed flat cap, poppy pinned
Closed tight around his ears.
gods, protect him
In these last years
This last of gentlemen
Who is all our grandfathers
gods, protect them.