Finding meaning in Iraq

By Pete Walker
Friday December 21, 2007

Hey Mom!— 

I wish you could see or hear me.  

It’s OK but kinda lonely  

here on the other side.  

But it wasn’t for nothing, Mom.  

I made my mark just like you wanted me to.  

Look at it engraved on that beautiful white marble:  

PFC Walter Jones.  

No one looks at it much, but.  

Just the birds sitting and shitting on it.  

Last summer it was so besmirched  

I disappeared again  

Until the winter rains came  

And washed me back into fame.