Jarrell, Randall: The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner (English)
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.
Halál a lövésztoronyban (Hungarian)
Anyám álmából egyenest az Állam ölébe hulltam,