This poem was published in The Lampeter Review #8. It was also published in translation in SUFE newspaper (China).
Go to: Icarus of Trafalgar Square – (Live Performance)
The sublime sun beckons
burning out the eyes
of those who
dare to gaze
into its depths
The abyss of light –
Yet, you were already
blind to the light
of Terra, of Earth,
long gazed into
this luminous event
the mere distance
of the gaze is
no longer enough
for your joy –
you seek to fly – seduced
by the sun of your
voluptuous desires
you fly higher and higher –
climb the column of the sun –
you throw down the motes of light
the ropes that tie even the gods –
You fly toward the scalding apex –
calling those below to grasp
hold of the motes of light –
to pull it all down – back to the Earth –
the hordes upon the surface
respond to the call, harvesting
the motes that cling to the sun itself –
the ties that bind – the masses pull
with the kinetic exertion of panic –
Prometheus smiles at the grand
effort of his children toward
the implosion of a world –
of light recurring upon the earth –
All at once –
shattering cracks, explosion –
the moaning phallus of marble
lusts for the embrace of the Earth –
the depths of the abyss –
Icarus, already burns –
descends riding the phallus to the Earth –
Crash, exaltation – into the shadows of sleep –
wandering upon the banks of the Thames –
waiting for the return of the sun –
a different sun, one of joy,
upon the Earth of a different world
2011
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