No one noticed when Icarus fell
either, one leg kicking
out of water,
the ploughman too deep
in his work to hear
the splash,
thinking about the next
time he’ll get laid
or high,
and how he doesn’t
get paid enough
to deal with this,
because Christ, it’s hot
in summer, and there
are things more intriguing
than a boy from the sky,
like blondes or brunettes,
and when she asks if you brought
protection, you’ll tell yourself
drowning is always
meant to be quiet,
that no one knows
when they’re living
inside a myth.