Consider Icarus

Consider Icarus as a woman pasting wings on

Testing her harness and the snugness over breasts

And think of that flawless moment before the yawn

When she tires of waiting for the rest.

Think of her there above obelisk and spruce

Coasting above the small men scything down below

Her latched bindings slip and become loose

Her internal timing races and then slows.

She is circling above the town picking out the strong

Glancing to the corners of every lawn

A trickle of blood spills out between thighs

The blind sun melts wax into her eyes

Consider Icarus as a woman pasting wings on

Consider the tedious boredom of kite string and tumbling down.

- Jesse Loren

from here: http://asitoughttobe.wordpress.com/2010/11/06/saturday-poetry-series-presents-jesse-loren/