Earthquake by David Russell

David Russell

What happened? There was a fault.
What’s a fault?
It’s when one piece of the earth juts above another.
Why does that happen?
Because the explosion down below
Goes on forever.

But was that fault anybody’s?
It was the earth’s; it’s beyond us.
The seething energy-city, ever greedy to accelerate.
Did its makers long to sharpen that fault,
Draw on the lava

To blow themselves: were they all human lemmings?
Yawning blueprints for giddy layers of highway;
Did they suck in any poison? Abrasive ardour,
Overstepped incisions,
Thin flanges slicing.

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