words

VIII.

He built the moon.

 

Climbed up a ladder,

stuck it up there real good

called it a masterpiece

and when the glue started to crumble

he prayed we’d never find out.

 

Even though he raised us to travel to space

Urged us to explore the universe.

Wanted us

To see

It all.

 

How shocked we were to find that even something

As solid

As the man in the moon

Could be less than perfect

If you looked at it close enough.