Battleships floating on a lake
Four of them are mine
They have the white sterns,
The enemy has brown.
We are engaged in combat
But I haven’t told anyone

Raindrops reproduce salvo ripples
Many do not strike home.
Windblown now, they cluster
Against the shore, helpless
No engines, no steel
Just soggy floating ****

A giant tsunami approaches
The four by four, oblivious to
the havoc it will create
in my makeshift world,
cleaves the puddle in two.
I lose sight of the enemy ships

My proud navy is swept aside
to rest on cobbled shores
their task is finished now
but I refuse to accept defeat.
Another long pull towards the ****,
flick of the thumb and another
ship is launched, the enemy
has just lit up.

T
24/11/07