Icarus

In response to the term "iGeneration"

We are the tics and tocs of a generation
Throwing our flimsy “social” identities against one another
In the spiraling subconcious void they once called god;
Still kicking, just goes by a different name now.
Recreation becomes our worship
and we plunge into the depths with a religious fervor
Skating as close to the heavens as any have ever come
Before our Icarus minds
drag us downwards
To new levels of hell
Bearing nothing but our names on the walls.

We are Toys.
Our minds are the action figures of once-great deities
whose thunderous voices
clamored and shook the earth like War
Echoed now only as the dull chink of plastic.

And there is a chorus to our muffled reverberation
Though so many have lost the words
It comes only three times a year now
and rings with defeat.
And we laugh a nervous brand of laughter
at those who came before
Watch as five years out-dates our childhood
violently clinging to every “newness”
Waiting, patiently, for the day they pull the pedestal out from under us
and we are obsolete too.

Then we may be free to watch the branches climb
and the grasses grow
but for now, they don’t know what a brain raised on technology feels like
and we may be the last to see trees.
Crying for the lack of sun in our facebook statuses
What have we become?
And what will we be?

We are outraged we have inherited the earth like this
but we know nothing else.
We cannot turn back to what is lost
and ignorance is getting younger.

They lashed these wings to our backs when we were small
with ties cut from the scraps of innovation
And now that we turn and question what they are;
we find the straps embedded in our skin.
And as hot wax drips from our feathers
we wonder
was it worth it to have touched the sun?

Author's Note

What can I cut?

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Don't cut it. This is protest, angst poetry at its best.

[Clarisse Nanoit]

I really like this. I wouldn't cut a thing! This speaks a great truth of these days and it does so eloquently. I love the imagery of nature and the recurring figure of the sun. Very good points!
KH