See You On the Dark Side of the Moon
What's on the moon's darkest, parched side.
That spooky cool patch, for millennia ignored for millennia
Perhaps manphibians sitting aside a moon fire.
Worshipping the sun and its quivers of fine gold.
Maybe there's nothing but clusters of cool stones.
Like the ones Neil gifted to us so many earths ago.
I fancy this is where Syd Barrett came home to rest.
Crazy diamond briefly sparkling in pop culture's nest-
Maybe it's just time to leave this hermit moon alone.
Tap our virgin prints into the red powder of Mars.
Millions of miles just to rocket-boost our egos.
Blessed by the shimmering grace of a Goldilocks star-
Wasn't man fashioned to explore- to overtake.
To forge great weapons and fill hectares with blood.
Spill carnage from his heart, leave disease in his wake.
Till this masterpiece called Earth melts into nuclear mud.
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