ON IKAROS
for Tammy
Child of a jealous,
Brilliant, arrogant,
Murderous parent,
The Leonardo of
Athens and Krete,
The inventor of
Everything important
Anywhere, ever, imprisoned
With that famous
Father, atop a tower,
Atop the Minoan
Civilization that
Same exiled dad
Had built with
A wile and guile
Greater than crafty
Odysseos could ever
Muster; inventor of the
Minotaur and the labyrinth
that contained him; his flawed
Parent made wings
Of ordinary things:
Birds's feathers, bees’s
Wax, ingenuity,
Desperation, freedom,
Yearning; love;
And so they flew away,
Away into a kind
Parent made wings
Of ordinary things:
Birds's feathers, bees’s
Wax, ingenuity,
Desperation, freedom,
Yearning; love;
And so they flew away,
Away into a kind
Of an expectation,
But the child
But the child
Was headstrong,
Like his parent, and,
Exhilarated by flight,
As though he were a
God, flew higher and
Higher, until you could
No longer hear his
Father‘s horrified
Cries to stop. Great Helios,
In his fiery chariot,
Looked down in
Disappointment, as
Waxen wings melted
Under the heat
Of his blazing gaze,
And Ikaros plummeted
To splash into the
Wine dark Aegean,
As Bruegel foretold.
Like his parent, and,
Exhilarated by flight,
As though he were a
God, flew higher and
Higher, until you could
No longer hear his
Father‘s horrified
Cries to stop. Great Helios,
In his fiery chariot,
Looked down in
Disappointment, as
Waxen wings melted
Under the heat
Of his blazing gaze,
And Ikaros plummeted
To splash into the
Wine dark Aegean,
As Bruegel foretold.
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