Muck Heap Fight

The soft white shells lay on the heap,

‘it’s from the grass snake’ Granny said.

She went in to make toad in the hole.

 

A steaming piece of muck crashed into me.

Benn’s blue hat disappearing

behind the stinging nettles.

 

A corrugated pig ark was my base.

I made lines of muck balls

my ammo.

 

I peeped across no man’s land

it was clear, for now.

Suddenly a bomb flew in.

 

My grey t shirt covered,

Benn had won.

Time for dinner, tired from war.