Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The ONLY Poem I Remember From High School.

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 the 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.

4 comments:

Neil said...

Scott, I am continually amazed at the depth of your thought process. You are awesome. MUM

It's Just me! said...

All I can say is "What?" Ok, I'm done!

Except to say that I'm still waiting for a comment or two from you on my blog! Get with it dude!

Lola...again said...

Disturbing to read at bedtime.....ps. thanks for the internet! Sweetbriar is broken, and my computer connected to netweb!!! heh heh heh!!!

Busty LaRue said...

Mike told me to stop by and read this poem....hmmm. Oh! And thanks for the internet. I'm so glad it's back! :)