Sunday, July 26, 2015

Icarus: A Poem

The family stood near the stone
faces wet and eyes hooded
as the masses swarmed around them
clasping hands and muttering phrases 
they’d heard a thousand times before
Smiles tug at the corners of their mouths
but they cannot bring themselves
to share in the joy of community
and action
nor can they dance under the soft glow of the overhead light
There are words drifting in from somewhere close by
but they cannot hear
Instead, they can think only of darkness
And broken wings.

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