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.
Randall Jarrell Carolinian
Source
"The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" Full text online
- work
- Little Friend, Little Friend (1945)
- year
- 1945
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“From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched …” Randall Jarrell. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-6C316DDB6F. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/6c316ddb6f
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