Through inky space vast spaceships loom
A ghostly glow as engines thrust
Then clustering round the Moon they shoot
blue lasers down into the crust

Stupendous clouds of gas surge up
And spinning basalt boulders soar
The Moon cut up like birthday cake
A slice carved out right to its core

An orange with a segment gone
Who did this to our good old Moon?
Those aliens do not care a hoot
and winch away the piece that’s hewn

Almighty slice towed far away
To reach Galactic Centre Point
whose Black Hole greedily awaits
while murmuring priests their prey anoint

Goodbye Moon slice, abandon hope!
Escape is now against all odds
Event Horizon eats you up
A gift to Universal Gods


© Oliver Wright

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