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| Randall Jarrell |
(1945)
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| The Death Of A Ball Turret Gunner | ||||
| From my motherīs sleep I fell into the State And hunched in his belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from the 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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