young icarus

young icarus flew at night for years

he flew and flew and flew

over the maze he was born into

he flew and flew and flew

until he reached morning

it was a cold

cold sea

and we crawled out of the water

as obsessed with evolution as ever

from a hill behind a gas station in scranton

i could see the old ways stitching out in their graves

and i thought

but i didn't say

woman