Flying Tanks

This is how it ends.

Tassia Agatowski
Nov 6 · 1 min read
Blue and cream painted tank on a paved plaza with a person sat on it. Blue sky in the background.
Blue and cream painted tank on a paved plaza with a person sat on it. Blue sky in the background.
Photo by Chester Ho on Unsplash

I glance up
From my mid-week shop
To see the flying tanks.

I don’t know
How they’re held there,
Suspended in the air,
Rumbling slowly, ominously,
Preparing.

Tassia Agatowski

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Co-founder of Night Sky Creative • Marketer • Advocate for equal rights and sustainable living • Feminist • Poet • FREE promo tips: http://eepurl.com/gLLVHf

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