There are no Nazi Porn Stars on the Moon.
Humanity can slump into its accustomed chair
In front of bearded Taliban on the news.

Victory’s certain and victory is soon
-Remember-
There are no Nazi Porn Stars on the Moon.

Our enemies now all smoke and do not shave,
Are draped in cloths and mystery, do not pose,
Save in Mazda pick-ups with their guns.

But Nazi rockets once looped the umbral arc:
Their nude young people oiled racist muscles and their minds;
Had television-and big families too-
But there are no Nazi Porn Stars on the Moon.

The Al Qaida may stare up but do not dream
Of a nearly-happened, Churchill hands-up world
Of swastika beach umbrellas under domes;
Of pouting mouths and sweating buttocks there,
But there are no Nazi Porn Stars on the Moon.