Icarus

Salt stings the eyes
astonished and open
at ones own folly,
and the waves swallow
(wings, wax, woes and all)
the ambitious body
of the young.

On shore the shepherd stares
upwards at Daedalus’ lament,
but his flock avert their gaze
(as is their custom)
and busy themselves
with helpless grass.

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