Remembering Neil Armstrong

by Satish Verma   Dec 30, 2017


The coal and blackened hands.
Zero was the cardinal sin.
After the lunar walk,
you flinch back in horror.

A gaint leap has ended
in a coal tar pit. Are you
sure we have landed
at a right spot?

Extraterrestrial. An immune
disorder. Your autism
was evolving into a
monster of twisted brain.

Outside your home
dozens of bodies were found.
What were you doing
when genocide started.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A dark and unusual piece that reminded me a little of the old Quatermas Movies. An Alien tale or a tale of an autoimmune disorder exploding. (then I read the title lol) A thought provoking piece that had me captivated. Best wishes Milly x