in the remake
the wings will be to heavy
for the boy
the sea, to largs
and the father again
will watch his
bright shining star
plummet
from unimaginable
heights
into the cold and
the wet sea
always the sea
always the placid
all swallowing
sea
forever
in all directions
feathers dancing on
the fat bulges
gravity and the circumstance
of the world
pulling
at all of him
his hair catching
the winds
until he is only a mass
the vigor gone
to where
it always ultimately goes
but to soon
always the sea