Now We Must Live Them

I made a cheese flan Both burned black and undercooked It was edible I guess my knack left Along with my dear husband. All's been cremated! That's why I can't eat. I see Auchwitz and Dachau. Christianity. These ring the death knell. That Pope was no kind of star Mechanical thought Christianity Now has come to its ending Crucified itself. Resurrection Will not do us any good. We must start over. But crawling on earth. Kafka made the images Now we must live them