Colder Sunless

We burrowed across the field
lifted on the cow shit wind
a bacterial circle of life
in a spiral

closer to death
as comedy humors us
to let off the hooks
holding us down to earth

such that wings of chatter
conversationally demand
two ears for the price of Icarus
when you put it all on, to go to the sea

faster than you intended 
not melting without authority.