THE FAULT LINE

The fault line cracked a long smile
A hideous rock tooth grin open wide
Broke down the dark green dawn
And rolled along the lawns
Abaddon had come

Wake up
Do you hear that?
All the dogs along the block began to cry
A broken bedside vase
Then our books flew off the case
And the walls began to shed their plaster hides
They were trembling like images hanging high
Of stones reflected on the face of a mighty wave
Rising black against the sky

Then I stood helpless in the doorway
Just staring at the room on the floor
And you pulled my sleeve
Said, It’s time to leave
Come on let’s go
It’s time to go

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