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Byron8by7 · M
[b]The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner[/b] by Randall Jarrell (published 1945)
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.
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.
PervertedPrincessOfDeath · 26-30, T
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a boner
And I'm gonna give it to you
Violets are blue
I have a boner
And I'm gonna give it to you
SW-User
It's either 'Do not go gentle into that good night' by Dylan Thomas or 'Ozymandias' by Shelley.