Ikaros

Arrange your senses accordingly: there

you were by the beach where you saw a thread-

bare dead eyed old man screaming and he said, 

"F*****g Christ! Ikaros fell hard for her. 

There must have been a 'her' whether weather

was the cause a girl is always involved.

He fled the scene soon after and you said

nothing, just sat there watching the water.

Dune-trodden you with your spyglass in hand

sat and watched the moon kneel to sip darkness

from the sea, like always. Then you pulled on 

your coat, stood up, and ran across the sand

and land like a thirsty echo with eyes 

terrified of wading a reflection

to tell me what you saw.