Armstrong – out there
Liberty’s own spaceman
A descendent of Scots –
her home-bred alien
I stared – TV-squared
at the moon-struck man –
stepped into gloaming
on that alien land
I landed in New York-
spaced-out – years after
to build my designs for
city-folks’ laughter
But all I could hear
was The Statue’s greeting –
her blind stare to the east
hiding her weeping
See Moon Landings 2.