Garbage

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

Garbage

I see the arm

under the door
of the Humvee

the fingers still grasp
and grab
for things
never known

I see the rest of her

across the street

[zeemike]

1. Were you inspired by "death of a ball turret gunner"? n/t

[Tom Yossarian Joad]

2. I haven't read that.

[zeemike]

3. A good WW2 poem

The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
by Randall Jarrell


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 the 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.