Monday, 8 April 2013

July 20th, 1969

And so man's phallus was 
projected up, up into 
the stars: Apollo, the 
chief of the Pantheon,

the void filled up with

the cold, hard penetration
of machinery.

The moon, Diana, hung

up there, waiting. Waiting
for her man.

And so he stepped out

from the Lunar Module,
surveying his prize.

'This is one small step

for a man, one
giant leap
for mankind.'

But down below, Gaia

gawked up in confusion.
'But what about me?
Did I play no part?'

Man's illusion turns.

The Earth turns.
Man turns 
against his mother.

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