The grove was the best location the gang had
for reshooting sixpenny matinées –
holidayfuls of Tommy’s Revenge
and Escape from Stalag Luft III.
It was a take-it or take-it friendship
that meant it was your duty to escape,
punishment to be enjoyed by you, in turn,
always your turn, in a smelly, muddy hole.
Nonchalant extras strolled across the set,
walking dogs, seeing no evil;
guards loaded caps, planning revenge.
You enthusiastically collected branches
and bricks to weigh down the roof,
pulled it over you, sat tight and waited.