Dead [Poems from Goya]

What is the relevance of

salvation

In a world of Auschwitz and Treblinka

In a world of growing terror and anxiety

 

We are wretched beasts of the ground

Run into the ground, plunged into the mud

Deserving of nothing of the ground

 

In the world of beasts

we now longer deserve salvation

or forgiveness

 

The dead cannot be forgiven

The dead cannot recieve salvation

Beasts of the ground we dead inside

 

Do not ask for salvation

for it shall not come

Do not ask for forgiveness

for forgiveness is not deserving