Subduction
HAMISH WOOD
Elihu fronts the
storm.
behold, I am vile.
something moves. revolutions of the air.
rain has this smell.
static. the world, too, is
electric. the world, too, is moving.
then, the Lord answered
Job, out of the whirlwind.
The waters prevail. intermittent,
a voice shakes with
strength, the world is flattened.
the tremor. Fault lines –
the foundations of
the great deep broken up.
the waters above and
beneath spill forth. the flood –
Atrahasis,
where wast thou
when I laid the foundations
of the earth?
and, as the sky clears,
where is the way where light dwelleth?