May/16/12

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The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

From my mother’s sleep I fell into the State,

And I hunched in its belly til my wet fur froze.

Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,

I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.

When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

-Randall Jarrell

x The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner x Randall Jarrell x poetry x WWI poetry x WWII poetry