wildscape. literary journal

icarus ghosted the birds
by Will Davis

only the birds are landing today
at the airport terminals.

no passengers
             they exclaim
we remember a story

             Icarus, was high
on a horse—
of his own supply—
to drown on a journey,
sealed in wax and
the unkindness of feathers.

they will not bear
text messages
to our opposites above.

the solitary hoverings
above us are ghosts—
and only ghosts
understand the birds.

about the author // Will Davis