the elderly man sat next to me -
wrinkled like a raisin in the sun,
drowned in too-big military gear
hanging off his thin frame
like the sides of a khaki tent
pitched on rickety poles,
pinned in place by a red poppy -
had been dressed specifically
for the occasion,
promised free meal and wine,
bussed in with an array
of other elderly people
drowned in khaki tents
pinned in place by poppies.