By Maya Green
So are we not surprised
No we shouldn’t be, I’d surmise
Yes, man is fallible, that we know
But he thinks he is beyond fault
Out of reach — of the need to know
Fears a reproach, or a gentle nudge
He tends to pay attention to, or even worst
Likes to heed the voice and the lie inside
It has been so, from the very moment first
Even in the Garden, where the first call to abide
Was a repose, a caution in a paradise
But his fallibility bubbles up, so keen to rise
Dateline:
7.31 AM
January 9, 2023
Responding in poetic form to a posting on the man’s fallibility re the Boeing 737 MAX loose nuts
