As Disguise “Unaccustomed as we are to public…” we’ll just hide behind hedgerows being careful no part of us shows, (what part is that, my lord?) We can make ourselves less significant, pull in, blend in ways unexpected and our presence will go unobserved. What? Instead of hiding -   now we must go into battle? We can’t do that,  we’re    listeners of drum’s rattle, we don’t like battle’s noisy bruises,  blood shattered – have we been trained for this? Where do we put our things when we’re in battle,   books, clothes, shouldn’t I  be dressed for battle? I am naked. Perihelion, 2004