Lucifer, 1969 and the Moon
Some say Lucifer the devil fell
from the heavenly realm
for he saw himself as the source
of light, not reflecting divine fire.
In a cold war space race
fifty years ago, was it part Lucifer
that landed the Eagle lunar ship
so man could plant the Stars and Stripes?
When the first man, his heart thumping,
giant stepped first on our world’s moon,
did his boot scraping the surface
raise a spark of Lucifer light?
As our astronaut thrust a spade
into her crust in search of a sample,
he uncovered a heart made
of moon shadow and mirror light.
For the moon in all four phases and faces
humble powdery planet that she is,
does not see herself in such a grand way.
She bathes in shades of ambiguity.
She speaks to our planet in a tongue
that shifts the tides, calls night crops forth,
breathes to the rhythm of a woman’s cycle
and makes space for lunatics, lovers and poets.
By: Dorian Haarhoff