billboard in the sky

they have found
a way, with lights
and mirrors, to put
ads onto the surface
of the moon.
one hour it shines
bright and red
with the word 'nike'
emblazzoned onto
the ancient sun
baked dust,
and the next
'coca cola', tomorrow
'chevrolet' might
appear, then 'honda',
or 'rolaids'.
no longer
do we look up and
just see the flat
round mystery of a
white faced moon
hanging soulful
in the sky.
and the poets weep.
the lovers cry.