Here men from the planet Earth first set foot upon the moon July 1969, A.D. We came in peace for all mankind. – from a plaque left on a dead moon
We used to look up and dream of a goddess,
now we know she is mere dust,
a world of rock, cosmic waste and debris;
the life we gave her, the myths we dreamed for her
have all withdrawn into the mindless histories of faded poets and priests;
now men walk on her ashen face like bugs in glass cages.
In another age the men of earth scoped her shadowed demarcations
across the yearly round, counting the frayed edge of light, the patterns
that flowed against the night giving shape to seed and love.
Knowledge of her timings once shaped the rituals of seasonal rites,
her mysteries – the flows of blood in women’s wombs;
her bright horns displaying the power of life and death –
a bull’s dark secrets; now she casts her bone hood
upon believer and unbeliever alike, her mythical danse macabre
secreting strange roarings under black trees…
We have stripped her of her primordial crown, brought her low
and sunk our bitter teeth in her shame, and for our trouble
we wander this shorn planet in ghostly silence
harboring an even colder breath and dreamless sleep;
Time once scored her sky with tears,
now even the tears fall into the abyss beyond all light.
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.