Sub

I am eight
My father has
Brought me a
Grey plastic sub
From Germany, it
Uses baking soda to
Rise to the surface of
The bathtub then slip
A bubble to descend to the
Depths to my rapt fascination.
My father wants me to be
Interested in the science
Aspect but I am enthralled
At the stealth and sleekness
Of the sub as it glides to the
Surface then glides back down
Again having wreaked havoc
On imaginary convoys of ships.
My innocence allowed me to
Be oblivious of the cruelties
Of submarine warfare and
The terrible loss of life
Dealt by these subs
And on the crews
Of these subs
By Allied air
Power and
Surface
Craft.
A bit like
Watching cable
News from a safe distance
On a comfy chair or
Couch secure
From harm
Yet still
Keen
For
Amusement.