Lost Alamos

we knew it was going to be a long winter
          snow swallowed      a mud sucked boot
     and yeah we knew that we’d get through      but still 

     lose something somehow      like a bad bet won 
     on a dumb dare      wiser      but wondering
          why survive what you don’t have to?      what’s it prove?

and what now?      what would jesus do?      hell he’d
          go to the desert      las vegas      los
     alamos      some place bets are happily lost

      to the flat pan      the mesa      the hugeness      the
     bone-bleached and blueness      a place to bake
          back into something fresh flaky and      true

      a body of christ
              why not?     
          amen      again

2002