The Incineration of Childhood

We drank tang because the astronauts did... Our plastic spacemen sashayed in sandboxes we made lunar capsules out of tinfoil on Halloween spacemen mingled with mad clowns jack o lanterns and ghosts. Santa said ho ho ho from under paper mâché moon glow. Anything was possible... there were starry miracles beyond our four-block world because the astronauts told us so. Apollo 1...when the fiery mare first appeared. Kicked a blazing horseshoe into our satin minds. Anything WAS possible...both ugly and divine... We still drank tang but childhood was incinerated.