Disastrous Love

An Ode to Earthquakes

Dear Earthquakes, you murderous fiends.

You petulant hypocrites, faux externe.

Oh, Earthquakes, must you be so connivingly deceitful?

Your underground tectonic romance makes a show of affection,

Rubbing against yourself, pulling yourself closer into a tighter embrace.

Yet when this embrace breaks apart, you shake the world.

You topple centuries of history and lay the land to waste.

People run from your wrath, but who can hide from a distraught breakup-ee?

Mighty Earthquakes, your cyclical nature of love and rupture is a disastrous one,

But does it not merit some truth?

Do humans, too, not infatuate themselves in romances

That seem to inevitably end in a hurricane of sorrow, pain, agony, and hatred?

Such is the way of your great howls that pass over the powerful and strike only the weak.

Painfully truthful Earthquakes, must your on-and-off love life wreak carnage and havoc on my people?

Are you reflecting human nature, teaching us a boisterous lesson,

Or are you merely two crusty plates sliding past one another in inanimate agitation?

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