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Lunacy

I didnít mean to kill the moon,
Your Honour. Just bad luck, I guess Ė
one hiccup, and the sky was strewn
with moon-rocks. Whoops! Who doesnít mess

with isotopes from time to time?
I didnít mean to kill the moon.
Ballistics? Well, if thatís a crime,
theyíll ban my vortex factory soon,

then what? Some health and safety goon
declares my new black hole a sin?
I didnít mean to kill the moon.
Uh-oh - the shrapnelís coming in,

prepare to die! No, seriously,
can we get under something hewn
from rock?  Whatís up? Donít look at me -
I didnít mean to kill the moon!

Nina Parmenter

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Nina Parmenter
would be pleased to hear them.

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