Wings

I am in the labyrinth at Knossos trying to follow Daedelus’s lead
but where will I find the pigeon feathers and bee’s wax
to make my wings and fly out of this trap before
that son of Zeus and Europa finds me
and consumes me in his hunger
what have I done to arrive
in this quagmire
my mind races
ahead of my
feet of
clay
and my
young Icarus
is on his way to
meet untimely fate
in the sun’s proximity
alas what can I do to jam
the wheels that grind exceeding small
or at least slow them down long enough
to gain a small reprieve, a stay of execution then leave