Icarus
Warm wax like honey dripping down your back
Glazed like a carcuss
Sweating defeat
Did you realise?
That your god had made you a
Flightless thing
Doomed to fall
Slick sunlight as heavy as sin
Were you blind?
Stars in your eyes as you fell
Flailing feathers
Firey
You fell like the most perfect ending
I wonder if your god laughed
In the sky
As your pride melted to misery
Mist like
Chemicals in your lungs
Coughing from the sun
I wonder if your god pittied
The mortal who flew to close
Wax like honey
Drip dripping down your intentions
A heavenly carcuss falling to someone else’s feast
But maybe god envied you
The mortal who learnt to fly
Who learnt to fall
Down down like the most perfect ending
I wonder if your god ever longs to fall
Like honey
Drip dripping down your spine.