From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, <br />And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. <br />Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, <br />I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. <br />When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.<br /><br />Randall Jarrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-death-of-the-ball-turret-gunner-2/
