the death of the ball turret gunner

Great Scot Fizz – Sutler’s, Apple Jack, egg white, lemon, basil simple, seltzer, Angostura: shaken, short.

Marcel Martin – Crémant de Loire

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.

by Randall Jarrell

PrintWorks Bistro. Greensboro, NC. 


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