War Muffins

• Jessey Speight, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2021

The moon at war smells like death and disease with a hint of chocolate muffins with rainbow sprinkle.
They taste delicious and just hearing the silence as the cook is incredible
Although the feel too hot to serve yet
They look like cereal killers without the need to put it in a bowl with milk
If only the god or buddha of these muffins could stop them from
committing arson against the brave soldiers of the war
who battle every day with no purpose.
All that is left is the minty smell of these cereal killers