Drunk on a boat
in the cool night
Li Po touched the moon
with a hand
and drowned
and became the maroon
of ink slab beneath
the ink, ripple
of the pre-word,
a great Chinese myth.Armstrong, in a ship
in the night, spacedrunk,
touched the moon with a foot
and, returning,
became
renowned with his loot,
escaping the arrest
of a certain
mortality,
a myth for the West.One moon and two reflexes,
one entity that teaches
us to celebrate different heroes --So who coined the lame
notion that East
and West are the same
when colour is the least
of divides?
