The unbearable lightness of being

What is left of the dying people in Cambodia?
One large photo of an American actress holding a yellow baby in her arms.
What's left of Thomas?
Inscription: He wanted the kingdom of God on earth.
What's left of Beethoven?
A scowling man with an improbable mane, who utters in a dark
with a voice: "Es muss sein!"
What's left of Franz?
Inscription: After a long wandering return.
And so on and so on. Before we are forgotten, we will be changed
in kitsch. Kitsch is a transfer station between being and forgetting.