The Best Lies of All

are like massive sheets of metal,
riveted together
and held up in the air
by huge turbines
guzzling fuel,
and we trust them,
their pilots and crew,
because they hold us
baggage and all
in the sky.

It's only when we see
a mangled piece of metal
half sunken in the earth,
that we glimpse how improbable
they were.

Tristan Moss

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Tristan Moss would be pleased to hear them.