Out of the sky

Out of the sky

A flutter of tail feathers

A last song

Sighing

Unbreak me

Blood smeared pane

Never saw it coming

The reflection is me

Bearing no resemblance

To Icarus

Waxen features

Will not melt

Though they surely will

Decompose

At a funereal pace

Pity my body

Piece it back together

Un-fly me

Rectify faulty guidance

Unify splinters

Educate blindspots

Elucidate the difference

Between clean air

Free from obstruction

And an impenetrably

Sound barrier

Equally

Invisible to the

Frequent flier

As well as to the

Innocent abroad

Mind the glass

It is a window

On the world

And it is closed