Crow and the zeitgeist copulated
Out spun a nightingale
Between two centuries and clouds
Trapped with eternal dawn
A flickering beauty which caught Icarus’ glance
Crow planted the green seed
Icarus’ rattling skull dreamed of such wings
Crow forwarded him a pair in an email
No questions, Icarus downloaded them
Wearing them with pride
Then a sun caught his eye
Crow watched from the stage
Air turned to escalator
Icarus ascended decorated in poetry
Slipping between realms
Self dissolved and the light came closer
Until it burnt, darkened flames
Crow giggled
Icarus fell towards the city
A splattered puddle of guts awaited him
Crow pressed pause on the remote
He hung Icarus in mid air for eternity
Forever falling to his death
Crow went to the pub
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You and that bloody nightingale, do you know Auden's poem, the old masters or summat, that starts 'they were never wrong, the old masters..'. that's about breughel's Icarus, is that waht this is about in part. it's a great poem, Breughel was a big influence on Brecht in some ways by the way, dunno if that's of any interest to you.
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