A Response in Poem Form

Fault – by morgan

Faults in the Earth’s Crusts were predestined.
Normal. Reverse. Strike-Slip.
They form due to movement that cannot be stopped,
Puzzle pieces re-aligning.

Faults turn into movement
creating unavoidable uproar—
Yet to be living is to be in motion
and we are all in this circle together…

So why is it humans find fault in others as a
That word instead translates an image of never again.
Cast far into the universe—out of sight.

Instead, we must learn how to view our faults as our own versions of
Reverse the thought of failures as always being shame.
Normal is created — it is up to you to define.
Strike against remaining stagnant.

Slip is the sound the rejection makes, as it rolls off you.
Excess removed.

If whole continents can reshape
and we ourselves contain multitudes & altitudes,
then we can comb through the remains of our earthquakes to find
Small treasures of wisdom.

We must learn from our inevitable.

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**This poem was written in response to the line “So it goes.” as it appears in Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut**


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