whisper it, but the place
is dead. time was
you could see greenery, shrubbery.
but on the surface, when the dust
settled, the green and the white
and the diamond blue were only
that roving sphere,
nine o'clock, turning world,
trying its best to remember you.
so say your prayers.
kiss the stone while
no one's looking.
where's the harm?
make a sign in the dirt
and ask for clemency,
the resurrection of the body,
a little Sinatra to see you through.
Moon, looking back
trepid explorers trundling
silver sacks of air across
my lovely ocean.
calls and signs, beep
ball games. American
president takes a leak
before cocksure glory -
Heaven Now Part of Man's World.
Now Wash Your Hands.
I liked Neil. laughing,
the bottom of the ladder
was as high as he could go.
watched him shake
when Earth came up
smelling of roses.
Moon in winter
keeps his distance, what with
the traffic of nights, the rivers
of cold coursing through brittle cities,
and the lakes
like so many mirrors
you are GO
Frank Borman, Bill Anders, Jim Lovell, Tom Stafford,
John Young, Gene Cernan, Neil Armstrong, Mike Collins,
Buzz Aldrin, Pete Conrad, Dick Gordon, Al Bean,
Jack Swigert, Fred Haise, Al Shephard, Stu Roosa,
Ed Mitchell, Dave Scott, Al Worden, Jim Irwin,
Ken Mattingly, Charlie Duke, Ron Evans and Harrison Schmitt
fell under the influence.
one was first,
two saw God,
four went twice,
six flew solo
twelve came to the surface
all were GO
god speed Apollo 8
"at T minus 3 seconds there came a distant rumbling,
like thunder on the horizon, that swelled into a roar... "
three men in a tin can, can-do fellas
in harness, partial to adrenalin,
breaknecks and jet jockeys,
gods on the government payroll,
Borman, Lovell and Anders
save '68 by swinging
around the old moon.
piss, puke, breath, bone, blood.
hearts travelling faster, faster.
roll program, trajectory good,
guidance is good. quickening,
they take in oceans, ranges,
then the incredible direction ---
translunar injection ---
"Apollo 8 Houston you are Go for TLI ."
Commander Borman blanched, caught
the bile rise, grinned, pinched himself ---
Lovell mentally leant over to Jules Verne,
"I can't believe you talked me into this" ---
Anders, amazing himself, wanted
to go round again, see San Diego.
the computer said, "99. 99. 99,
do you really want to do this?"
Lovell punched the button
like there was no tomorrow ---
time of arrival
Tranquillity gaped at the Eagle
as it fell, as it fell, as it fell ---
Tranquillity was alive to the footfall,
to the one small step of a man.
Tranquillity couldn't be certain
just how long he'd been holding his breath ---
for Tranquillity, time was a flower,
forever unfolding itself.
but when Tranquillity saw the explorers
come bounding like children in winter,
come combing the beach for their treasure,
for crabs' legs and pebbles and pearls,
Tranquillity leapt in the blackness,
and slowly, and slowly fell back ---
enjoying their palpable pleasure,
their serious joy at his world.