Tanks falling from the sky

not the usual visitor, a spent propellant tank launched
thirty eight years ago when no one drank bottled water
while inspecting an object that just survived falling through
thousands of kilometers of space, burning hot in our skies
before landing, kerchunk, in someone's backyard.
I wonder if they had a festival in its honor, we would if
it were in my backyard, we'd invite the neighbors, call
our friends, and have a beer and bratwurst BBQ to beat
the band, drums and saxophones, flutes and cellos included.
I wish I had visitors like this one, much better than
visiting floods and thunderstorms, a permanent addition
to our Community Garden and Park.