Dawn Oberg End Of The Continent
The breakers shining big and beautiful
Will laugh unthinkingly and crush your skull
With scenery spectacular and ever ruinous
Love is cruel, it was ever thus
The shifting of the lithosphere
Will not tell you where you're supposed to go from here
The instant it takes place
You'll use to beg for grace
Tectonic plates care not what they displace
You didn't ask for this seismic event
Tectonic motion is never misspent
The Richter scale won't show
The fault lines you now know
And you're all alone
At the end of the continent
It's too late to ask for it to be fair
When you've caused more suffering than your share
You never see in time
The cold, unconscious crime
Of currents coming with your disrepair
