ken@models.UUCP (03/06/84)
Thanks to all who replied to my request for identification of this poem. It's by Randall Jarrell, an American (1914-1965). Here it is: 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. Ken Winston {philabs, cmcl2!rocky2}!cubsvax!models!ken