Where's Icarus Now

This poem is based upon 'Landscape with the Fall of Icarus' by Pieter Bruegel Also inspired by Musée des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden~ No farmer or merchant felt the sound That Icarus made when he had drowned Icarus splashed and kicked and flailed! Dying, crying to those who sailed “Help me, help me! Direct your course!” But those merchants felt no remorse Icarus gave a final wish To a man attempting to bait fish Dozy, the fisher went to sleep Then Icarus died, and none would weep And a farmer who had heard his needs Pretended he didn’t to plant his seeds Since that painting it’s been years so long Yet I find Bruegel was never wrong No one ever feels the pain Another Icarus has attained So where is Icarus now? We are an Icarus when out with blues We read of Icarus in sickening news We see an Icarus in city streets Begging, craving for food to eat And though the media bickers this, The world just won’t stop for Icarus