Hard landing
Lunar module damaged
My radio still crackles
I call Houston
No answer
I find Billy in the wreckage
I try to wake him
He's dead
I go out, plant the flag, and salute it
No one else will ever see that moment
I take Billy out and lay him down next to the flag
He would have wanted that
I survey the module from the outside
No way to take off again
Just enough oxygen left
To enjoy the view
And write this poem
Goodbye, Earth
God bless America
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