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.