[ by Charles Cameron — of the space race and children unborn, hungry ]
Here are the closing lines of the poem, The Earth is a Satellite of the Moon, by Leonel Rugama:
The children of the people of Acahaulinca, because of hunger,
are not born
they hunger to be born, only to die of hunger.
Blessed are the poor for they shall inherit the moon.
I find these lines quite striking.
Rugama’s moon is a bleak moon, but that’s a function of Rugama’s comparison of the cost of moon shots with the fate of generations hungry in Acahaulinca, wherever that is. I can point you to the moon, though — with the mandatory zen caution.