Poem by Randall Jarrell

The Death of the 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 the nightmare fighters
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

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