Without Love

We met at last
on the red sand
on Mars
the MoonMan and I

surrounded by lifeless brethren
the dark blood of Men
and green blood of
MoonMen

his ray gun pointed at my chest
mine pointed at his
dead generals resounding
orders in each of our heads

enemy in the viewfinder
quietly questioning the fight
fingering triggers
considering the fire
and the greatest question
why
the MoonMan and I

who shot first
no record is kept
no one alive was left
hate had consumed us all
to death
without love, we die
the Moonman and I.

TA