“The Homeless ” by Kathleen Walsh

The scatttered army
Holds posts on the street
Their weather worn faces
Framing tired watching eyes
Camouflaged in dirt
They blend into their surroundings
In tattered uniforms resting on
Battle beaten bodies
Their voices have escaped them
Replaced by rasped echoes
Victory has vanished
Dissolved into time
But the soliders stand proud
In their unfamiliar setting
Remaining, surviving, persisting