Icarus swaggered Shinto his dandelion death
Knowing his wings were strong being his wings were
Strong being his seed makers
When he plunged the crumpled sea was deathless.
Atom upon atom, the Lords of the Earth and Sky
Ram through throttled seed and rubber night.
The sea others a muscled push
One Laocoon heave
There are no more men.
The steel moths and butterflies
Onto a beach where heHeavan is alway
Up.
While persistent tides
Wait secretly to
Smash those whom
Dark Hells’ Privacy corrupts.
Malcolm D B Munro
Friday 3 January, 2020
Filed under: art
