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