GUNS - MILITARY.
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly until my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I awoke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
~~The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner, by Randell Jarrell
GUNS - CIVILIAN. Courtesy of Gary Trudeau -- click any image to enlarge.