THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON

In poems and descriptive notes, a catalog of items left by human visitors to the Moon.

From Neil Armstrong’s boot prints to flags, family mementos, golf balls, and bags of poop, humans have been leaving signs of their presence on our nearest neighbor for more than 50 years. While freely admitting that much of it is “space junk,” Latham urges readers to take a more elevated view and regard the detritus as a record of human aspirations and achievement—easier to do for, say, the memorials for dead astronauts and cosmonauts than the waste “collection bags” left by multiple Apollo missions. Wares’s views of light- and dark-skinned children in street clothes standing on the lunar surface with vacuum-suited astronauts abandon accuracy for symbolism, and many of the poems, as the author notes at the end, are written as examples of various literary forms from “triolet” and “Golden Shovel” to “pantoum” and so come off more as exercises than spontaneous lyrical expressions. Still, there’s something that encourages reflection in knowing a falcon’s feather and the ashes of a renowned astronomer, not to mention the plaque reading “We came in peace for all mankind,” are up there waiting for our return.

A provocative tally of treasures and trash.