Ceiling tiles (freeverse poem)

Ceiling tiles, ceiling tiles.

How I wonder how you are made.

How I wonder how long it takes for you to fall.

What would happen if a ceiling tile fell on someone’s head?

How heavy would it need to be so they would need to go to the hospital if it fell on them?

Heavy as a book?

Or heavy as a car?

Oh, how I wonder about ceiling tiles.

They are such a mystery.