Charles Coe’s poem “Picnic on the Moon,” Picnic on the Moon (1999), is not sci-fi. It’s a critique of human violence and enmity on Earth set against the tranquility and quiet of the Moon.
The Moon sounds like the perfect picnic spot-
a great place to bask in the warm solar breeze
and take a break from the earthly roar and rumble.
Yesterday a bomb went off beside a school bus.
Some child’s blood-stained notebook lay
across a seat-one day’s journey entry
in some ancient endless war.
See: Charles Coe. Picnic on the Moon. Wellfleet, Massachusetts: The Leapfrog Press, 1999