11 MARCH 1989, Page 38

The Great Moon Walk

Twenty feet apart, their arms light, They seem ready for a gunfight. One we see, the other suspect, By the images visors reflect, As if not a moment too soon The rules of duels had hit the moon! We land two men from down-above And lunar history gets a shove; One Cain, one Abel, hell beckons, Who is who we'll know in seconds.

Lawrence Dugan