DEATH Poem: Icaria, by Noam Audrid

I dreamed of Icaria.
The waves lapping peacefully
No screams to be found
Anon, just tranquility and
Effervescent ethereal enigma
To breathe

To soar above the waves beneath the
Sun no fear, no restraint to breathe
Made of the waxy strings, life
To know it is precarious and
Not care.

And when I fall –
Because I will fall –
I want you to find me
In the sea, the waves
Devouring your screams
As you sob over my corpse.

The water runs red.
Paradise lost.

What is it like for your creation’s
Creation to be its downfall?
To be a bird that soars
Among the clouds and watch
That human bloom, boom
Into your domain?
Out. Down.

And when I fall –
Because I will fall –
I want you to find me
In the sea, the waves
As the haunting water
Laps at my feet knowing
Not what has occurred –
It reclaims. What was never yours.

Gagging
Muffling your screams
Another secret to keep
Shhhhh.