Icarus - Man

He fell out of the sky
on fire
and fear-stricken

To my tree
where I sat
on Sunday afternoons

Swift and Tennyson
-my companions
silent and steady

Before his presence
burnt me up
along with the branches

Oranges and reds
blues and purples
I perished

Joan of Arc
in his embrace
Blasphemy

He came
and this was how
I died