Mission Impossible Poem by John Sensele

Expecting perfection from mortals
Invites disappointment
Appointed to calculate impossible totals
Whose input excludes any gratitude sentiment.

Expecting loyalty from fickle hearts
Hobnobs with assembly lines primed to reel off frustrations
Flown in fragments and carts
Designed for impossible missions.

Expecting love from marble
Hearts draws blood from a rock
That serves a succulent meal at an amiable table
Not far from your imaginary block.

Expecting fairness from earthen creatures
Parades levels of insanity
Coming to a head at moments of flight departures
To destinations that worship vanity.