Moon Robbery in Broad Daylight
by Dan Corjescu


How heavy can a sad moon be
so spot alone
in the cosmos
no matter all that chattering
down below
on the blue-white sphere
Apart encrusted white
bombarded traumatic
moon
no one asked your state of health
or wondered about your yearnings
for a garden
you're old and you look it
not like us
who hide our face
for eons
under tectonic makeovers
no one even asked you
if we could walk all over you
we just did
we launched unafraid
into your sleep powdered craters
carrying no love letters
for you
no flowers
but a Flag
a pole
impaled
in loose regolith
on that day
the world
so focused
on itself
missed
your once in a universe
diaphanous
sniff






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