Tank
Robert Crawford, 21 July 2022
“... night stars are jewels on black velvet; starshellsFirework all over. So, too, do tracers’Orange, green, red, blue and starch-harsh white.At 4 a.m. we’re shaken awake. By 5, it’s no longer night.Tanks crouch like toads; engines are warmed. Rank, blue smokeBurns with stagnant oil. Our tanks turn, avoiding rammingOne another in half-dark. From each stark ... ”