Fault.
This is your fault.
Your lines shoot through
the fissures that grew
with all the chances you blew
that still you do
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
To halt.

You could have stopped this.
You had the momentum.
You had the will.
You could have stopped this.
When did you comply?
When did you fall still?
You could have stopped this.
When did you stop shaking with rage?
When did you take your sleeping pill?
You could have stopped this.
Now it’s just your kids
that have to foot the bill.

Quake.
You felt the quake.
The movement you started
that you left unguarded
became distorted
yet you harden
Settling
Settling
Settling
to take.

Die.
It’s time for you to die.
Leave us to clean up your mess
We have a disaster to address
It’s too late halt the process
But we are
trying
trying
trying
to survive.