Moon Child

was told to shoot for the stars

from the day i was born.

was forged to aim for the moon

not to stop til i'm torn.

no no, i'm not in pain.

no, really! i'm fine!

i'm a moon child,

find my skin up there,

from there,

in stardust.

father made me,

piece by piece.

withered are his sideburns.

mother bred me,

her breast juice neat,

her kerosene so sweet.

set a course for

higher education.

they'll miss me;

i'll be missed.

when i rise, you cheer,

so sincere.

that's how i know

i'll be missed.

a moon child's father

in beards,

a moon child's mother

in tears.