Icarus Wings
I try to understand how you must view the world
When I grew up it was under the mushroom cloud
Living in fear, or simply hoping for a sudden end
Your existence is defined by creeping dread
Of an inevitable, slow burning, lingering demise
In my day we could still dream we could fly
Soar high up onto a mountain
Take the wooden ships to a distant land
We could hold out hope that there was a place
To join hands, find others, begin again
You have nothing but the wings of Icarus
So that even should you take to the air
There is no place waiting, nowhere to land
Before your wings melt, you crash to the ground
As all around is consumed by water and flame
Peter Kaczmarczyk, raised in Massachusetts, was willing to leave the comfort of Red Sox country when he learned there were Dunkin Donuts in Indiana. His writing’s assisted by cats, who think they can do better than him by walking across the keyboard. Peter’s work has been included in over 60 journals and anthologies and he has published two chapbooks. He is co-creator of the Captain Janeway statue in Bloomington, Indiana.
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