The Moon man Poem by Les Murray
The Moon man
Shadowy kangaroos moved off
as we drove into the top paddock
coming home from a wedding
under a midnightish curd sky
then his full face cleared:
Moon man, the first birth ever
who still massages his mother
and sends her light, for his having
been born fully grown.
His brilliance is in our blood.
Had Earth fully healed from that labour
no small births could have happened.
Can you not? You don't have permission to just post my poems on your website. So you better pay me or I will take legal action I am taking this to court! Sincerely Les Murray
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Hungry for a buck, Les we forget