The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

R. 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 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.

My failed attempt to scan it :)

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From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,

˘ aas˘ as/ asdaf˘ a/ a˘ a/ a˘ as˘ as˘ as/ asd/

And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.

˘ daf/ asdaf˘asd / asdaf/ asdaf˘ as˘ asd/ asd˘ a/

Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,

˘ as/as ˘asd / aas/ as˘ aas˘aa / as˘asdaf /as ˘

I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.

˘ asda˘as / ass˘ asdaf/ asd˘as / as˘ a˘ as/ a˘ as˘ as˘as /

When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

So wrong....
Maybe the thing with 5 stress per line - MAYBE
*dusts off th' olde flame shield*