The Icarus Project

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.

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