--- C .C .  R U S S E L L

Nicaragua, Mexico, El Salvador.
God's names you say --
the gods of lost men
or things you wish you could contain
 and therefore, contained gods.

In your bedroom, postcards
of orange sunsets
a different form of orange.

You stare at them at night,
spread your fingers through lightning
and walk into them
saying to him
Hillel, I am coming.
Israel, put down your gun.