a poem by Mike Berger

Like robots they move.
I Marvel at the skill and
efficiency of the crew that
load the cargo hold.
Packages are unloaded from
the truck and put on the
conveyor belt with mechanical
precision. At the top, two
burly guys grabbed the
packages and stack them.
They moved at lightning speed
without a misstep. They do
occasionally drop a package
and have to stop the conveyor.
This sets my mind to wondering.
Why is it that the only packages
they drop are those marked fragile?

© 2011, Mike Berger