By Andrew R. Duckworth
We crafted these wings
Wanting to be seen
Wanting to sail across the sky
But wings made of wax
Held with some string to our backs
Were never built to make men fly.
We are Icarus-
Too high too soon
Flying across
The desert dunes
Leaving a dripping
Trail along our way.
And if you follow
Minds so hollow
And hear the voice
That wails and wallows
You’ll find that we have
No words of worth to say.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 