The Fall Rejected by earth and sky - Icarus knew As wind whistled in that Daedalean frame For those precious few miles. Zeus-born, did Athena wail A birthing cry? Or was the warrior-maid Born in silence, like a sudden pain When nightmares cannot come? The senator has twice pierced the veil of heaven - And like his messy, sacred band Enjoyed the Fall forever. A feather drifts past. Stories tell Of those who have gone before, With mistletoe aloft, that river To cross. The coins to pay. The slavering hound To chuck beneath the chin As only shades can do. I do And, yes, my beating heart Tells the lie As yet I live, cold inside, some Houngan's Zombie walking yet among the living. Patience is a virtue As rainbows hang above, a silent promise Of anomie. The parliament of rooks await... Soon I shall kiss Demeter, and pay The price for kissing the goddess. Will my soul stop with my body? copyright 28 May 2000 by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; New Orleans.