Always there were stones--
the wrath of the gods
the crowds thought we were golden,
the crowds thought we could fly.
Tossing aside the lessons of Icarus
we leapt--invitation accepted,
her great grinding maw
and took us down,
an easy task--
heavy as we were
with the weight of stones.
(Image: Georgio di Chirico, Ariadne, 1913)