THE TANK AGAIN

you climbed
out of a tank

thrust a flower
into my hand

I guess to cherish,
followed
by a pamphlet
and other
material to read

gave a speech
that spun
like a top
whizzed all
over the place
bomb blast of
non sequiturs

I smiled, signalled
the right sign,
showed
acquiscence

although
it was
the very last
thing I wanted

watched you climb
back into the tank again.

Published by Damian Garside