We already half dress for war
My camo clothing fits me in shapeless splendour,

I wear oversize to disguise my figure,
to hide, to bulk up, to cover my peacock colours and
to sadly drab down and
my patterns are made for far-away conflicts,
fought in foreign inhospitable regions by
foreign military and corporate masters and
I blend into the deserts of Kuwait or Iraq
or Afghanistan, I blend into the jungles of Vietnam and
Colombia or the frozen wastes of the Arctic and
my green NATO jacket, fur-hooded,
is ubiquitous in this urban environment and
I am already half-dressed for war and
casting about for the most appropriate
places to fit in and
I am already half-dressed for war, thanks,
half-dressed for conflict, ready to compete and
do battle and
we are legions and big data subsets
and socio-economic tax brackets and
we present as an army of misfits,
untrained and rag-taggle,
memorable for
 our ability to just disappear,
to move like fish in the oceans and seas,
invisible from certain angles,
schooling for protective
and collective security.