When Men Confuse God with Men
Battered pots and pans rest in the street, fused
with cars and other wrecked machines. Above,
rockets pierce the sides of buildings and children
run free of their parents or other natural comforts.
Actor, reactors are scattered everywhere.
Strong man, God’s too-timid angels
All afraid of the Option.
These are the nylon strings of
Little Putin’s dream.
I do not yet understand a divinity
That would plant the seeds of sorrow
For this eternity.
But fear not,
The pain and suffering
Will end, mostly in death,
A sign
Of His kindness.
Inspired by a Tyler Hicks photo
in 04/05/2022 NY Times
