day four

(landscape with fall of icarus)


the ploughmen kept ploughing & the workers

stayed at work – perhaps looked up at bit at

the sound of a cry & a splash – but no

one ran to help or tried to see if the

boy could be saved – for to take off time is

to lose pay & they had families to

feed, payments on a new car, a mortgaged

house — & the boy was just another one

of those dumb-ass hippie-freak hip-hop punks

stoned out on drugs (they all are)

when the whistle blew, they went down to the

corner bar & tipped some beers.  nobody

remembered the boy falling from the sky.

they argued about last night’s football game.




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