They saw the carriers and those inside
as wealth producers who deserved respect.
They thought the communards exemplified
the looters they’d been told they must reject.
With that in mind, six persons climbed the bank
up to the spot where Seven Six had wrecked,
supplied enough to live inside the tank
a week or two while they tried to connect.
It hadn’t been too long since the attack,
so they were able quickly to restore
some functionality to their new shack.
Soon they were living better than before.
They didn’t try to break the monster free.
They kept it quiet, as they were afraid
that moving it would risk discovery.
Their neighbors didn’t know how close they’d stayed.
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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