Hydroplanes

Spitting across the Ninevah Galaxy,

the Silver Bullet, cutting through venomous rain,

Copilot cries, "Red Alert!  Heifers at 12 o'clock!"

We're ready.  It's cake.

The first wave wasn't cake.

Loosing my grip, loosing control,

but we recover.

The next wave struck us starboard,

A raging wall, a maddening roar

but we recover.

They come again, dive bombing.

THUD THUD THUD

Tearing through our ship

THUD THUD THUD

this could be the end.

A sudden light, sudden salvation,

Back on track, back to school,

How boring.