Just as, after a point, Job cried out

Het post-apocalyptische gedicht ‘Just as, after a point, Job cried out’ van K.A. Hays werd door Emma Burghardt voorzien van een prachtige animatie.

JUST AS, AFTER A POINT, JOB CRIED OUT

The soil froze, cursing the weather. It turned a stoic face
to winter’s switchblade and brass knuckles

so that when the warm rain came, the soil said, Go on,
there’s no room for you now. Let the backyards

pool up, and the river pitch to the bridges, dragging
the bridges down. Now the billboards will become great

silent rafts so anyone can climb on them and look out,
saying, I would have done the same.

When the water covered the tree trunks and crept up,
the ground shrugged. See, it said. Now,

weather, do you understand? Soon,
there will be no resting place.

K.A. Hays