Don't save Icarus!
Mafia said sleep with the fishes, does he.
We found feathers on the shore
And swatted at seagulls.
His father weeps in pawn shops
And looks for his body in boys
Flying kites in tangled power lines.
Foolish little boys, don't fly so high!
But these young ones scowl
continuing their wings.
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