Day 1

  Day 1

Moonshot

They've found another ocean on the moon
They've found another ocean in the earth
Cowboys everywhere are shooting for space,
Laika's in orbit, circling us now,
Werner Von Braun sings Werner Von Braun.

Did your Father make a rocket
from the remnants of the Sixties,
fuelled by white spirit and diesel?
Did your Mother make rainbows
from domestic trajectories
Did you crouch like a child in the capsule?

Was America's shadow cast in the desert?
Was the flag still waving in the wind that wasn't,
in the yard of the last living astronaut?



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