(landscape with fall of icarus)
the ploughmen kept ploughing & the workers
stayed at work – perhaps looked up at bit at
the sound of a cry & a splash – but no
one ran to help or tried to see if the
boy could be saved – for to take off time is
to lose pay & they had families to
feed, payments on a new car, a mortgaged
house — & the boy was just another one
of those dumb-ass hippie-freak hip-hop punks
stoned out on drugs (they all are)
when the whistle blew, they went down to the
corner bar & tipped some beers. nobody
remembered the boy falling from the sky.
they argued about last night’s football game.