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.
This five-line poem is all about the change in  agency .  “The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner” begins with a first-person speaker: “I fell into the State” (meaning the military).
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner