When Mr Armstrong stepped
onto the moon, it was 1969.
That was also the year
when we mastered our deafness.
The year before, we still listened:
When she yelled,
Maria Callas sang to us.
When she cried,
we heard raindrops drip.
When she smashed cups and plates,
we heard wind chimes jingle.
But in 1969, when I asked,
'Where were you last night? '
You laughed and said, 'I heard
nothing.' And I,
when your door closed behind him,
was deaf to your sobs.
In the morning
you did not ask me where I was.
But we laughed together
when we watched the moon
being invaded by mankind.
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