What do Christians do when God is dead?
Are there rites to decorate the end?
Or should we worship Hitles’s head instead?
Are there Rights to ease the foaming Flood
Shall a storm of mud on us descend?
What do we do when our God is dead?
The axioms of our Reason cruelly fled
Shall we tear our hair, our numb hearts rend
Worship Mussolini …… but he’s dead
Who should replicate the heart, the head?
Who can help us, who will soon abscond?
What do we do when the Lord is dead?
Does it matter what crazed stuff we’ve read
How we waste our time, our money lend
Shall we worship comeliness in bed?
Sometimes lines of latitude will bend
Sometimes humans coldly condescend
What do we do when our God is dead?
Worship Fascist eloquence instead?
How my heart sings 