I find you everywhere:
on the Vietnam Wall, panel 30 E, line 008,
on the virtual wall: the wingman radioed, bail out;
but do you remember: twisting up and down, and all around in "63"
By panel 30 E, line 008, I leave a bottle of Maker's Mark,
remembering drinking bourbon and spinning like one body in the sky.
While twisting up and down and all around in '63,
you said to me, "I'll be flying over China in July."
Remembering drinking bourbon and spinning like one body in the sky,
You told me you loved me from head to toe,
and said, "I'll be flying over China in July."
In '70 I was flying high, shouting, Hell no, We won't go.
You told me you loved me from head to toe.
I married, had two kids, forgot about the stars, your kiss,
but in '70 I was flying high, shouting, Hell no, We won't go.
You flew over Vietnam on air patrols.
I married, had 2 kids, forgot about stars, your kiss
but in the 90's saw your ghost, your spinning death grip.
You flew over Vietnam on air patrols:
Your Phantom shot down, you didn't bail out.
In the 90's, I saw your ghost, your spinning death grip,
and wanted to tell you, "we never had a chance. "
The search and rescue missions circled your site twice
but I found you in the margins of all my college notes.
I wanted to tell you, "we never had a chance, "
to say, "I need to put to rest your ghost."
I found you in the margins of all my college notes.
Your father found a piece of the Phantom at the crash site.
Your father buried your remains in Arlington,
but I still see you standing there, can't glance away,
from Roger Gene in the margins of my notes and
your Phantom spinning like all the bodies in the sky.
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