An Urban Myth
Raised on ditto sheets
And empty crack vials
Wisdom from the street
Corner society
And high rise
Project
He never had heard of Icarus
Flying too close to the Sun
Wax melting
And falling
Falling

He too rose to the top
Before his time
Riding the elevator cab
As his brother taught him
Up on the roof
Hands on controls
Soaring
Until even he
Flew too close to the Sun
For his feathers
Or wax
To hold

He too rose to the top
Before his time
Appearing in the evening news
As an item of interest
"Nine year old boy crushed
Flying too close to the Sun"
As the Project promises
Promises
Promises
Vandal proof elevators
To keep "them" from trying
For their place in the Sun

And his mother protests
"He was a good boy!"
While his brother
Who taught him to fly
Cannot be found
Has no comment
Does not return our calls