Within this sanctum of the once existing   I attempted spiritual communication   Through the ouija board   But interferences were plenty   And paranoia deluded my concentration   So I discontinued prematurely   And went about my descent   But upon nearing the stairs   A failing Jewish man approached   Telling me of concentration camps   And the death of his mother there   Needless to say he was senile   Very lonely and withering   Celebrating the memory of his long deceased mother   Who may be watching over him or taking part in another tale   But something even stranger happened   As I reached to caress my inverted cross   I noticed its obvious disappearance   And was puzzled by its silent vanishing