Icarus, revisited: a remedial course for authoritarians
As Icarus climbs high
above rivered snowmelt, bald eagles
spiral on sunlit blue thermals, embodying
not peace or war, us
or them, lose
or win, but a
practiced balance.
In this story, Icarus doesn’t laugh
as he drops, wings sun-washed past
the melting point. Each feather
falls flashing
with a waxy, gilded shine
reflecting not some external foe
but the unvarnished truth.
Let the melting and fatality occur soon.
Remedial response is probably not in the cards.