Fault Lines
The real
fault is not subterranean.
Speculators
and their compliant state
Caring more
for profit than people’s fate,
Or
inconvenient regulation
Simply circumscribed
by backhanded gifts.
Body after
body after body,
Battered,
broken, lifted from the shoddy
Where apartments
dropped like free falling lifts.
Charity
appeals are quickly begun.
Survivors
become miracles when dragged
From rubble,
as the rest are body bagged
While the
media poses, “What can be done?”
Through all
societies fault lines are found,
With capital
standing on shaky ground.
D. A.
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