After Auden

Thanks to Paul Mena

Icarus' quiet sister never made the papers.
The ploughman turned before the burning drops
of bee's wax began to shower
like remembered angels
from her wings.

But the shepherd had not turned.
His luckless heart
burst as she broke on the glass hard tide.
Then on, life was fire and tears
in the bowl of his trembling hands.

Scott Murphy

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