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
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