Saturday, September 04, 2004

The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life.
I woke to black flak and nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
                 1945

Randall Jarrell (1914-1965)