The future of the future isn’t what it used to be

We crossed the New Frontier and look around us and we see

Aspirations, once so bold, so high and Apollonian

Confined into a dusty case somewhere in the Smithsonian.


The Moon, it seems, is made of rocks. We have the rocks to prove it.

A greater feat of genius than the paintings in the Louvre. It

Wasn’t private equity that built those giant rockets

You didn’t see the “job creators” reach into their pockets.

If you want to reach the Moon your prospects will depend

On a certain willingness to–ahem– “tax and spend.”


And in the modern lexicon it all sounds so distasteful

Tea Party knows the government’s incompetent and wasteful

By definition anything it does is a mistake

And Fox TV will tell you that the landings all were fake.


And science has to answer for the way it rides roughshod

Over the eternal truths as written down by God.

Apollo Missions 1, 2, 3 …. 8, 9, 10, 11:

Why bother going into space unless to look for Heaven?