Speed of Man

by Rex Strother

While we sat in our living rooms,

They took our eyes

And flew them to the moon

At the speed of man.

While we ate from aluminum trays,

The ball game was in our bones.

They can fire a voice like a gun

At the speed of man.

We were never satisfied

With our living wardrobe.

We replaced our hands

With giant cranes,

Built metal brains

To crack the numbers.

Son, you take this erector set,

And build whatever you want.

But promise me, son,

You won’t leave the earth

Anywhere near the way you found it.

Photography by Melanie Jenkins

Photography by Carl Houghton