Removed for work-shopping

[Chris]

Removed for work-shopping.

[Michael (MV)]

 
Hi Chris,

upon a 1st read, recalls to me Randall Jarrell's "The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner" (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.




Michael (MV)

 

 

 

 

[Chris]

Hi Michael,

Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment.

Kind regards,

Chris

[Chris]

Frank, as promised a couple of days ago, I've removed this poem for posting elsewhere, where appropriate bodywork
and a complete engine overhaul, may restore the vehicle to a roadworthy State.

Thanks for your kind words, I much appreciated the discourse.

Chris