Once It’s All the Rage

Jaunty moon tonight
From this perspective,
Oblong blonde in stars,

Head wreathed in a web
Or knocked in a hat,
A three-starred, tricorn,

Isosceles hat—
The scene will return
To fashion again,

Once there’s an arms race
For the moon, or worse,
Lunar colonies,

Lunar industries,
Lunar weapons aimed
At Terran victims.

Then this moon will hold
History that now
Seems merely pretty;

Then the righteous minds
May care to listen
To moon poems again.