Downthrown love (by Martyn King)
Our
future stretched before us
Like
a lovely fertile plain,
Tectonically
stable,
With
no evidence of strain.
When
suddenly a fracture
Made
a scarp 10 metres tall,
I’m
left now on the downthrown side,
Though
it’s not my fault at all.
There’s
vertical separation,
And
never again we’ll meet,
For
there's been a displacement
Of
32.8 feet.
Our
love’s offset forever,
It’s
memory casts a pall,
You’re
up there, I’m down here,
On
this Goddamn hanging wall.
That
such things can be ‘normal’,
Is
sad, but true I guess,
Whenever
two young lovers
Undergo
some tensile stress.
Our
calm cratonic future
Has
gone beyond recall,
And
here I am on the downthrown side,
Though
it’s not my fault at all.
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