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'
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