the world paused as his wax wings slowly began to melt from the heat of the day

had he flown just higher instead of heeding the false warnings he would have felt the colder air

instead he sat upon a thermal and felt as the honey comb oozed down upon his shoulders

and as the ground came racing to catch him he had no way of telling the world his tale

just another failed icarus in the growing mound of broken bodies littering the horizon