Poem, untitled, sciencey

28 02 2019

It occurs to me I haven’t posted anything in a month or so. So here’s a poem:


Had Daedalus truly flown

before the Montgolfiers, before the Wrights, before Earhart

he would have found that the realm of human flight – the troposphere –

cools with increasing altitude. He would have known

it was not melt that doomed ambitious Icarus

but wax embrittlement.