Moon Landing Day
Tides move back and forth
seven miles above the Mariana Trench
where fish with luminescent spines
and giant red worms sip sulfur through volcanic vents.
The moon, gray and white,
circles like a ball on a string.
Man cannot breathe in space,
nor under a thousand tons of water.
And on that day when man stood on the moon,
breathing in weightless vanity,
all of air and water and weird creatures
rose to the surface and exploded.
Published by Black Moon Magazine