William Wayne Moon sr

[sgt.null]

dec 17, 49 - oct 12, 06

sgt. moon and
the dogboys...
set to howl

sgt. moon fades the
heat. has his
bellyful of the kool-ade.
engages in a marathon
of rock, paper, scissors.
stands and brays,
a little dun animal.

the dogboys in the
rain can't find
their way home.

[Wyldewode]

Your poems are a great tribute to your friend. I am sorry for your loss. . .

~Lyr

[A Gunslinger]

Who was he sarge?

[sgt.null]

when I first started at the prison in August of 2000 he was the dog sergeant at my unit. when there are escapes he would run the dogs that tracked the inmate. how I first met him is a funny story.

I was working when an inmate from the officer's chow said they were out of napkins. I told the inmate I didn't give a F*** thet we were out of napkins, I was very busy. well the inmate told Sgt.Moon that I didn't give a F*** about him. so there is Moon at the door, my captain holding him back. Moon yells, "your sgt said he doesn't give a F*** about me!" my captain says, "he didn't mean it that way." so of course I yell, "the f*** I didn't."

so some time later we run into each other and he says, "Wood, I like you. most people would have backed down, but you've got balls."

so from then on we got along, he ended up sgt at the trusty camp and I got to work with him a lot. we became friends of a sort.

at some poinbt a year or two ago I wrote the stnzas from my previous post. he never knew. by the time he found out he had lung cancer, it was too late to tell him.