The Man in the Moon

The man in the moon
Slouched up through the sky
And he heaved up his shoulders
And gave such a sigh
That the stars in their spheres
Dropped crystalline tears
As he hummed a sad tune
Did the man in the moon

The man in the moon
Shone ochre that night
And the sky was like wineskins
That drank in his light
As he heard all the woes
And the seventh-rate prose
He thought silence a boon
Did the man in the moon

The man in the moon
Couldn’t rest Wouldn’t stay
And he’d been round the world
For an age and a day
He was sick of it all
From the day of the Fall
Thought it all must end soon
Did the man in the moon

The man in the moon
Did his work with a sigh
Patrolling the planets
And stars in the sky
Above a bleak Earth
Full of fools giving birth
Where the bombs would soon bloom
Knew the man in the moon

[1979]

Published Work

Works in Progress

  • The Fifth Evangelist
  • The Sea That Laps Vancouver