It is a late realisation - and not one you’d likely
have seen prophetically engraved in our frame
of reference - but, there’s no way I’ll quietly be
shuffled into th’ same retiree category as all o'
the other Old Soldiers; they slipped in, I know,
without inveighing complaint, most placing all
uniforms into storage, tho’ keeping one out of
th’ crate for wearing again come ANZAC Day
When ceasing t' serve I didn’t need reminding
what I had been - the discipline instilled made
room for whom I was and couldn't be seen as
an impediment for what I might be; tho’ it’s an
incredibly shame-free reification I don’t feel th’
constraints requiring me to regulate its place
© 19 July 2018, I. D. Carswell
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