In the metal bird do I stand,
Wind and dusk light touching my hand.
The field below, my eyes cannot see,
The end of my jump not clear to me.

I jump anyway.

Air gushes around me, my eyes closed
body and soul exposed,
I fall. Cheeks red and pink,
The fall is colder than I think.

End of the jump now clear,
Its worse than I fear.
No parachute to stop
this fatal drop.

Bones and limbs litter the earth,
Mine since the time of birth.
Friends and family began to mend,
Time passes slowly until night's end.

Easy to fix, they say my body is,
Did it like a whiz.

However, amongst the bones and limbs on the ground,
My heart was nowhere to be found.