What shall I do?
When I'm in the gunner seat
Of a B-52
Your picture is taped
On the rail of the gun
Where I'll have a good view of you
If we get shot

I got it in your letter
Although three months late
But its a picture of her naked
Looking over her shoulder at me

I read your words
And smelled your perfume
I read the Bible and thought about you


They sent me home to you in a pine box
My head was shaved clean and a flag on my chest
Pictures of you naked safely hidden in Songs of Solomon