Hold your hands up tall.
In the dark October sky,
There was a bird, trying to fly
As his blue wings took
The Earth beneath him shook.
As so in his eye
He rose to the sky
Breathing in the clouds
Holding him as a shroud
He has risen above
To be buried with love
Rotting slowly in the sky
Left for good, hereby
In the heat of the sun
Icarus, he has outdone
There is nothing of wax
No rolling deadly tax
Only flesh and veins
Are this bird's chains
As he soars beyond this earth
Finding this world a dearth.
