stolen from aurora_bee

[roxy]

When you see this poem, post a poem in your LJ,

So, here's my pick
The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell

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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[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Wow. Yeah. I can see that, too.