The Book of Job comes close,
to tying off all loose ends.
But on the final page,
commitment falters.
Awe is exchanged for hope,
and the rat slips free.
Imagine instead,
the depraved majesty,
of a man undone for no reason,
and then never rewound.
Never made whole.
Perpetually unscabbed.
And for what?
That is commitment to the lesson.
That is a story worth telling.
