masses: icarus

painting by marlene vine (, poem by roy herndon smith

icarus 1992

icarus flying
away from the labyrinth
into the green west

did not see the sun
rising in the copper east
consuming the sky

free for the first time
he rested on the wind and
soared in the heavens

where the pursuing
day’s metallic heat melted
his wings and he fell

like a baby bird
into the wine-dark waters
from which all life comes