Ghosts

I was  planning to go to the church

But my belief in God’s son ‘s in the lurch.

I feel very weak

And also can’t speak.

Ah,see the sun shine on those silver birch.

Auschwitz was surrounded by  birch.

The  guards   mostly went to their church.

They swallowed the Host

By the hell of the lost.

Leave me now,don’t try to  preach.

The ghosts of those people are here.

The world tosses us into that sphere.

Why not bomb more

Until we are sure

The ghosts are aungmented  this year.