Gypsy Moth
Jon Silkin, 2 February 1989
“... wipe their webbed flesh on our cheekbones, and we imagine ourselves winged. The Gypsy Moth’s self-enchanted drawl, its music in two notes of self, regarding self, throbs in the pilot. Satisfaction secretes over face, mind and brain, until he is aglow to do it, to bomb. The readers ... ”