球形炮塔炮手之死欧凡 译

The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner兰德尔·贾雷尔


从母亲的沉睡中,我跌落到这个国家,
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
我蜷缩在它的腹中,直到我潮湿的皮毛凝结。
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
在离地六英里的高空,我从生活的梦里消散。
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
我被黑色高射炮和噩梦一样的战斗机惊醒。
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
我死后,他们用水管把我冲出了炮塔。
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.


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