Tiny Orange Icarus

A rich man has built
the world’s most powerful rocket
Sent his avatar hurtling
towards the sun
behind the wheel
of a snake-hipped roadster

The American president
has ordered a military parade like one
the French president has only bigger
with Abrams tanks and rolling missiles
The Russian czar assassinates
journalists like shooting quail

To the ones with wings of gilded wax
and solid platinum bone spurs
on feet of of the finest clay
I say you are not gods
you are one of mine
your loans are due
your time in the fire is coming
and we have fed you
a thousand years

4 responses to “Tiny Orange Icarus

  1. I like the classical reference – it works very well here Burl. And the poem needed to be written.

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  2. If only the ghosts of the rich could speak, what might they say? Are there gated communities in the beyond?

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