They passed word
That I am summoned to the draft office.
Orally.
Orally yesterday they reminded me too.
It seems I am a soldier again.
A pensioner, but they did not even ask about age.

Bewildered. Displaced.
By someone, to a new place.
Where to appear? I don’t know, I’m not sure.
What to pack? A change of clothes, stores of food?

One thing is known:
To stop the onslaught not by word. but by deed, —
They lack me —
A body is needed.