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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Man In The Dead Machine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">High on a slope in New Guinea<br>The Grumman Hellcat<br>lodges among bright vines<br>as thick as arms. In 1943,<br>the clenched hand of a pilot<br>glided it here<br>where no one has ever been. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the cockpit, the helmeted<br>skeleton sits<br>upright, held<br>by dry sinews at neck<br>and shoulder, and webbing<br>that straps the pelvic cross<br>to the cracked<br>leather of the seat, and the breastbone<br>to the canvas cover<br>of the parachute. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Or say the shrapnel<br>missed him, he flew<br>back to the carrier, and every<br>morning takes the train, his pale<br>hands on the black case, and sits<br>upright, held<br>by the firm webbing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Donald+Hall">Donald Hall</a></strong></div>

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