I wonder if Icarus,
Ever realised
That he'd really
well and, truly,
Fucked up.

Did he panic when sun's relentless rays
Whipped liquid lashes of molten wax
Across his cracked and naked back?

Or was that drowned in cascade of
Adrenaline pumped sweat,
Screaming
Higher,
Faster,
Further.

As cyclones of raw air
Spun down the corridor
Of his breathless, weightless being...