Gunner in  General   

Did they send me away from my cat and my wife
To a doctor who poked me and counted my teeth,
To a line on a plain, to a stove in a tent?
Did I nod in the flies of the schools?
And the fighters rolled into the tracer like rabbits,
The blood froze over my splints like a scab --
Did I snore, all still and grey in the turret,
Till the palms rose out of the sea with my death?
And the world ends here, in the sand of a grave,
All my wars over? How easy it was to die!
Has my wife a pension of so many mice?
Did the medals go home to my cat?

By Randall Jarrell

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• 90 North
• A Country Life
• A Sick Child
• Children Selecting Books In A Library
• Gunner
• Hope
• Losses
• Mail Call
• The Black Swan
• The Breath Of Night
• The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
• The Elementary Scene
• The House In The Woods
• The Olive Garden
• The Orient Express
• The Player Piano
• The Refugees
• The Woman At The Washington Zoo
• Well Water