Winter in the Polytropics

By LNSY

2020

  I am no Icarus above the many folder city
  I carry this bag of feathers
  from bus stop to bus stop
  and breath the black dust
  from the highways, also
  but if I told you I had met sirens
  wandered labyrinths
  met gods and men who thought they were
  would you believe me?

  Every hero is shorter and balder
  than the stories would have it
  but just as wayward as Homer told