How to Tank in Overwatch 2

To take space, to hold space.
Space is the arc of the starling
not yet shot down over the cornfield.

The bullets kiss the air
beside my ear. Each whispers
the name of its target, a lover.

There is nowhere to run
except forward. Oh, to be a man
again and take up so much space.

But now I’m a hamster
in a giant metal ball:
squeaking, the only song I know.

Where do we go
when there’s nowhere left for us?
The space we create

means we can bring
others with us, as though
they mattered.

If only I could hold your hand
through the gunfight, my healers,
and teach you not to be afraid.