As light as a handful of feathers
The pack is strapped to his back.
The heat of the summer sun
Reflects off the world around him.
So sure it will work he steps off,
Weeks of planning and a million
Dollars in research say he can,
The ledge of the forty story building.
Falling fast, as he passes floor twenty-eight
The It Dies Today ringtone
Sounds from his pocket.
Maybe he should have waited to hear
The results of the engineer’s final inspection.