In Greek mythology, the craftsman Daedalus fashioned two sets of wings made from wax and feathers so that he and his son, Icarus, could escape their imprisonment in a Labyrinth on the island of Crete.
Before launching their escape bid, Daedalus cautioned his son not to fly too close to the sun but instead to remain close to him. Elated by the excitement of flight, Icarus ignored his father’s warning and flew too high causing the wax in his wings to melt and, consequently, fell to the sea and perished.
ICARUS
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.
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