Trinity

The priests don goggles
and anoint themselves
white with zinc.
Across the desert,
acolytes raise up
the plutonium orb,
purified, robed
in explosives 
for critical mass.
The concelebrants 
break atoms at the tower
and cower to God
staring from the monstrance.
The sky mushrooms,
carrying war to Heaven.

Scott Speck
06/11/99