Cigarettes and a bottle of beer. This poem that I wrote for you. This black stone and these hard tears. Are all I've got left now of you. I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing. Laughing that you're shipping out probably. I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry. You and your boots and black t-shirt. Ah Billy you looked so bad. Ya you and your rock and roll band. Was the best thing this shit town ever had. Now the man who put you here. He feeds his family in rich dining halls. And apology and forgiveness have no place here at all. At the wall. I'm sorry I missed you last year. I couldn't find no one to drive me. If your eyes could cut through that black stone. Tell me would they recognize me?. For the living time must be served. Life goes on. Cigarettes and a bottle of beer. Skin on black stone. High School pictures paper flowers. Ribbon red as the blood. Ya as the blood you spilled. In the Central Highlands mud. Now the limousines rush down Pennsylvania Boulevard. As the rain falls. And apology and forgiveness have no place here at all