he cannot see
why these wings
he has fashioned
for rusted iron
and broken concrete
will not carry me
closer to the sun
the physics are
tricky this close
to the heart of
a dying almost star
concave shadows dart
in the corners of
landlocked hazel
lies disguised
as wise as maggoty
lips decry innocence
as the blade falls
damocles and daedalus
can fuck themselves
relegated to myth
while he will
flame out unseen
a puff of ash
in an overflowing
sewer of words