The Womb

This diorama was done by my colleague Jean-Bernard André who has the kindness to let me use it here until I have more dioramas to show on this place.

The Randall Jarell poem reads

"The death of the ball turret Gunner"

"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."

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