After the Deluge - Cornelis Cornelisz van Haarlem

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?