Man On the Moon

In sheepish clothing human (kind?) have growled at what they thought to be a star in the drama of false knowledge Narcissistic howling for eons Predators behaving as if the earth is the centre of…what while the light has thought to be enlightened It is the moon’s faulty torch Arms strong and light years afar they conquered beamed at their glory and hailed their progression A howler of lunar proportions At the beginning there was the word and then came radiance glowing decrial and wild shouts refusing the message Crying wolf too often horsens in vain 08th July 2018 Written for Julia Ward's contest 'Wolves and the Moon'