When Icarus falls
Who can say that
He does not turn his own back
To the fact that 
The ploughman’s family
Are shrivelled on a diet
Of failing crops
And that the only two 
Imperturbable components
To the serenity of his fallen world
Are the sun and the sea
That wash blue and gold 
Over the evidence
Who can say that
Icarus is not so consumed
With the boiling wax upon his shoulders
And the screams in his throat
That he has casually
Failed to realise 
That the ploughman on the cliff
Has just as far to fall