Sunday, 7 August 2022

Icarus

 Icarus


‪here on the floor of the butcher’s shop‬

‪congealed as tallow in the sawdust ‬

‪the sun hooked in the carcass‬

‪that has eaten of the meadow of the moon’s demise ‬

‪they have run out of horizon‬

‪starved of reason they rebel‬

‪the knives are sharpened‬

‪eyes narrow‬

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