Few noticed Icarus that day, Heard from high clear air long unlucky cries, Saw with hard squinting, disbelieving eyes One splash after a ballet of disarray...

No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story.
Few noticed Icarus that day, Heard from high clear air long unlucky cries, Saw with hard squinting, disbelieving eyes One splash after a ballet of disarray...