On how to Answer her Question or; the moment and the madness

"Why do you drink so much?"
She asks. "It's not attractive."
He was unable to pause
the bottle had already been nearing
his lips.

(Not an easily interrupted trajectory)

He drank from it deeply
and prolonging the moment;
one part spite
one part incredulity

People, yes,
people drop things we call
bombs
from the sky.
Countless of their own
swallowed into a sea of fire
and radiation.
The congregation watches on
like the moment and the madness
were played by J. Christ and
the Holy Ghost.
And they clasp their hands together
like it meant something
to clasp your hands together

Choosing his words carefully
he answered.
"The only sensible way
to pass the time in
a nonsensical world
was to become hopelessly,
utterly
intoxicated by one thing
or another."

everyone, everywhere was hell
only the most depraved could ever,
ever bend knee
to that kind of atrocity
and spell it as victory
God is love
God is war
God is finding something to smile about when your heart and your daughter are melting in a mushroom cloud

And she asks him why he drinks.