Returning My Gas Mask

Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse07 Feb 2015

Rediscovered in a shed,
A relic of the excitement
Of going to war in the desert
Just like my dad.

Carried through unforgiving corridors
Narrowed by latte-fuelled careers,
Finally it is handed in
Nine years late.

All I get in return
Is my acceptance of a limit,
The walled-in admission of a hope
That I have done my war.