Gutters
John Hayes
Summer rains flood the gutters
of city streets
boys grab toy vessels
set sail in roaring seas.
Mouths pressed solemn
eyes ever alert
bodies soaked.
Kill the enemy!
Gaping sewers devour
swamped paper ships.
Splash. Holler.
Villains exterminated
heros generated
on fantasy seas,
cunning boys,
masters of the battle
bored no more.
Words flood the minds
men maneuver atomic ships
roaring, soaked
ships blown
food for the sea
guileless, puppets
of the battle
bored no more.