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Sonnet for a B-17.

Sonnet for a B-17

   The B-17 takes a hit in its third engine,
   the propeller of which begins irrationally windmilling.
   No nearby airstrip, and "too goddamn dark
   to see the stars," the pilot jokes. He manages

   to stay aloft for a couple of hundred miles,
   losing altitude all the while, of course.
   He reaches the Warsaw city park and crash
   lands, taking out trees and shrubs. On all sides

   young Polish soldiers materialize, rifles
   aimed and cocked. Not one of the kids speaks English.
   Just then, a Russian officer rides up
   in a jeep and tells the boys to put down their rifles.

   No one is hurt.
   This is the kind of war story we like.
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Author:Cherry, Kelly
Publication:James Dickey Review
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2014
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