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