Here is what they don’t tell you:
Icarus laughed as he fell.Threw his head back andyelled into the winds,arms spread wide,teeth bared to the world
(there is a bitter triumphin crashing when you should besoaring).
The wax scorched his skin,ran blazing trails down his back,his thighs, his ankles, his feet.Feathers floated like prayerspast his fingers,close enough to snatch back.Death breathed burning kissesagainst his shoulders,where the wings joined the harness.The sun painted everythingin shades of gold
(there is a certain beautyin setting the world on fireand watching from the centreof the flames).