Apollo (Poem)

Eilish Mulholland, Contributor.

 

“Jesus went up with the spacecraft”

At least that’s what the priest said.

A interorbit of some heaven

Should have been there,

 

For the crew sticking their noses

Out of a spacecraft to delight in his face.

The iconography should capture it,

Among the stars, among the blackness–

 

A throat pulsating in anticipation

Looking for a morning star, a bethlehem

For a half shut eye

That braces itself against a cold gloom.

 

Amongst the Galaxy their fingers clutch now

To linger in the first frost,

Looking for a convent of Moses

They should have met him in their ascension.

 

Imitator,

Your plaque of the First Lord

Kicks the ark off into a Canadarm

And makes St Peter laugh at the gates

 

Touching the source of his catechism

He strokes under his cloak

And spurns his creationism

To the clutch of the nebula