A poem composed for Bruegel’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus
Blind to Death by Andrew Gunther
The ploughman bends to his work, quiet and alone
high above the shining sea, close to the view, close to the loam.
The fisherman bends to his work, waiting for a catch,
while a ship with starched white sails a brisk breeze waits to snatch.
The ploughman, fisher, starched-sail ship, bend away the eye
from a feathered son, whose father hatched a pathway through the sky.
And none attends the fallen son, and no emotion feels
for a plucked son, plunging down, kicking up his heels.
source photo: http://manosuelta.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/pieter_brueghel_de_oude_-_de_val_van_icarus.jpg