Man On The Moon Poem by Birgit Bunzel Linder

When Mr Armstrong stepped
onto the moon, it was 1969.
That was also the year
when we mastered our deafness.
The year before, we still listened:
When she yelled,
Maria Callas sang to us.
When she cried,
we heard raindrops drip.
When she smashed cups and plates,
we heard wind chimes jingle.
But in 1969, when I asked,
'Where were you last night? '
You laughed and said, 'I heard
nothing.' And I,
when your door closed behind him,
was deaf to your sobs.
In the morning
you did not ask me where I was.
But we laughed together
when we watched the moon
being invaded by mankind.