All His Piety

and when Job cries out, we call it

God-breathed and

when i’m in despair and cry out

they call it

heresy

why is only some pain

considered holy?

Job and all his piety

still a slave to a world

of evil deeds

complexities of the cosmos

are unknown to me;

i’m sorry

that they terrify me

God, are you the dark matter

they used to have me study?

God of Leviathan,

why is the ocean so deep<

did you ever name those creatures?

do they ever name those creatures?

just like I do?

does Behemoth wail

to the heavens? do they ever answer back?

is there mercy on that monster?

I am so weak;

do you take pity on me?

Job and all his piety—

Job and all his collections of tombstones;

even goodness cannot save

a righteous man from pain;

how much lenience could there possibly be

for a wicked woman like me?

Job and all his piety-

yet, it didn’t save him

from a life of grief