Moon Landing

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I believed in God until it was godless.
Behind me, they say there is a spot of green. 

But that is behind me. 

Here are three things: 
                 Black above. 
                 White beneath.

Before me, 
and hanged.

By Rebecca Pickard

Rebecca Pickard is a writer and researcher living in Lynchburg, Virginia. Her work has previously appeared in LAMP Magazine and the Sigma Tau Delta Rectangle.