Icarus Plunge Poem by John Weber

Becoming a shadow puppet
How many friends can I scare away today?
Praying won’t redeem my strife
That cannonball lodged in my chest
Doesn’t excuse my arrogance

Covetous infant so flirty
Retched tongue flapping filthy
As if I deserve you
Or your love

Lightning cracks my skull
In a bolt of shame
That dented door
Conceals the trap beneath
Begging me to fall

Your light so infectious
Compels me with wonderment
I clutch at the mist
When I should be basking

My forked hiss
Proves a betrayal
Of all the hope I’ve discovered
Within your dancing eyes
The galaxies sing

If the angel of our dream
Takes flight from sight
My sorrow shall linger
From my own contempt