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PzKpfw V Panther (SdKfz 171) Ausf. G – Cutaway Illustration

1 - L/70 75 mm cannon :: 2 - 7.92 mm MG 34 co-axial machine gun :: 3 - 7.92 mm MG 34 machine gun :: 4 - Ventilator :: 5 - Commander’s cuppola/hatch :: 6 - Cannon bed :: 7 - TZF 12a telescopic sight :: 8 - Load/escape hatch :: 9 - Commander’s microphone and headphones :: 10 - Radio operator’s hatch :: 11 - Turret rotation mechanism :: 12 - Elevation wheel :: 13 - Engine fan :: 14 - Entry for refrigeration air :: 15 - 75 mm ammunition :: 16 - Elevation compensation mechanism :: 17 - Cannon compensation mechanism :: 18 - Container for 75 mm fired shells sheats :: 19 - Maybach engine :: 20 - Cannon cleaning equipment :: 21 - Replacement tracks :: 22 - Machine gun ammunition :: 23 - Gunner’s seat :: 24 - Radio operator’s seat :: 25 - Instruments panel :: 26 - Container for 7.92 mm fired shells sheats :: 27 - Hydraulic rotation mechanism :: 28 - Compressor :: 29 - Brake control :: 30 - Steering lever :: 31 - Driver’s seat :: 32 - Machine gun firing pedal :: 33 - Refrigeration duct for brake :: 34 - Gearbox :: 35 - Brake :: 36 - Oil pump :: 37 - Batteries :: 38 - Transmission final gear :: 39 - Drive sprocket :: 40 - Return roller :: 41 - Suspension top :: 42 - Shock absorber :: 43 - Suspension bearing for oscillating arm :: 44 - Suspension crank arm :: 45 - Interspersed wheels :: 46 - Idler :: 47 - Torsion bar suspension

walking in the asylum with a nurse

the purple glow
walks out of reach
with co-axial tomography

health
care scans …
pristine stench
mending the roar
of
out-of-body carnivals …

the meaning of our existence
has left the drama class … it
walked away
and
carried me home

… the nurse smiled …

we appoint medium size hands
to scrape the dirt off our inebriated souls
while the valley hangs suspiciously upside down

and
i chose the chintzy moon to cover up my flesh
from her career cartoonish lupine eyes

sober thoughts peak in my mind
flowering towards the sky
singing farewell to all
my dialogues …

my vocabulary collides with itself in the dark
slipping into pyramidal feisty blasphemies
full of deregulations and strategic
syllogistic tattletales and
wild dilemmas as

the language
of my twittering
attracts pedagogic
birds and anonymous
rattlesnake neighbours
slithering with cinnamon
breath and opium ketones

… yet …
her astral body
flies by as i
meditate.

… and we were just walking minutes ago.