The Ocean's Omen

-the story of Icarus is one not to be forgotten-
He didn't belong here so we ripped out his wings and threw him in the ocean.
Where he stayed for years and years.
Until a storm hit and washed him back up to shore.
Upon his arrival, we were not happy.
So we put him in a pillory and threw rocks at him until he cried red.
We aren't supposed to be interested, I know this. We aren't supposed to want to talk to him, I know this. We aren't supposed to sneak out at night to discuss why the stars wiggle when you squint, I should know this.
But I don't.