Lunar Legacy
And when we visit againThose dead dustbowls and grey seas,
And bounce giddily by the old landing sites,
Waving gloved hands at the erstwhile Earth,
We might find evidence of a moonchild,
Or two perhaps, both related by birth;
The name of Gene Cernan's daughter
Scratched into the ashen surface,
And in the lunar ether, a whisper,
A murmur from the Man in the Moon,
Gene Cernan himself, born again.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2017-01-17 at 11:07
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