Moon Landing
Some say that it was a hoax,
but I remember every moment
of when The Men arrived. They
set down their craft upon my
soft craters. No permission
to land requested. Claimed me
as though a flag could limit
the gravity of my moonlight. A
crescent shaped teardrop, as
they took small steps across my
skin. Creeping, entering and taking
pleasure in knowing that they
were on me. The scars remain
although they blasted off as quick
as they came. My orbit wary of
incoming as they watch me at night.