HIGH FLYER

The story of Icarus is a well-known and intriguing one.
An ambiguous fable open to different interpretations, it is seen by some as a cautionary tale about the disastrous consequences of vainglorious ambition. 
The poet W H Auden famously used it in his celebrated poem, Musee des Beaux Arts.      
Doubtless I should be cautious attempting to follow Auden, but here goes.

BIRDMAN

  

I am falling from high

but they do not notice.

The air, through wings

that promised much,

keens like a mourner.

Creeping ants below

evolve

to shepherd,

ploughman,

angler.

I fall unseen.

Someone

will dream it later.

I have no time

to scream.

The water is

hard as stone.