There are no rules on the moon –
at least there weren’t until the murder.
A scientist’s blood drains down a shower sink;
let the detectives sort this out.
Spirits drove him to the brink.
Is that why he killed her?
The earth looks so beautiful from here:
a globe of green, white, and blue.
I want to leave the cold, lifeless moon,
and go back to the world of fools:
the doomed planet where there are rules.
