The odd school day

Cutting through the crust
moving dirt, the dust is
in my face,
reminds me of the film
I read the book at school
a million years ago.

No point to it
just a jumble
eat and shit
and dig the holes.

building character they said
as I dug holes out from the bed
where clay as hard as any rock
bled me dry.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.