• The man who made maps of the Moon

    A tribute to Sir Patrick Moore, 4th March 1923 - 10th December 2012

    Murray Lachlan Young.   13/12/12

    Batty eccentric, Gentleman amateur
    Clipped English tones, of an era gone by Dottiest ‘boffin’ and Crusty old Bachelor Pipe in your mouth and a glass in your eye

    Terrible golfer, pussycat stroker,
    Right-wing and radical, militant stoker
    Serving the masses with lunar crevasses
    Around for so long, gone away far too soon With an eminent place in our knowledge of space

    As the man who made maps of the moon
    The moon
    As the man who made maps of the moon

    You juggled gravity, built an observatory Gave a fried egg as a cosmic analogy Served up the feast well aware of the joke As we stared with you heavenward, viewing the yolk

    Heavenly broker, grey matter poker
    Martian and minstrel and avid Pipe smoker A voice and a knack with a rat a tat, tat Drilling deep in our minds to the great cosmic tune With dress sense to match, while you lifted the latch

    As the man maps who made of the moon
    The moon
    As the man who made maps of the moon

    Memories of empire, thoughts of old England Fade further now, as your atoms disperse In the final great joke of our temporariness And the black hole you left in our own universe
    Where do atheists go when they no longer are?

    When they pack up their trunk at the end of the show One could paraphrase you when you talked of the stars ‘As in so many cases, we simply don’t know’

    With the feats of: Gagarin and Armstrong and all?
    Amplified to the skies in the infinity’s thrall?
    Yes you stayed for so long but you left far too soon Yet your legacy orbits our own consciousness

    In the maps that you made of the moon
    The moon
    From the man who made maps of the moon