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At Ephesus, 6
Jesus it knew, and also Paul. Not us.
Then it attacked. It beat us, ripped our clothes,
and frightened us more than you might suppose.
Now we are laughed about in Ephesus,
like zanies in some Roman comedy.
Beyond our torn robes and our injury,
a final insult aggravates us all:
Jesus has not consoled us, nor has Paul.
Sometimes I wake up, gasping, in the night,
disturbed beneath the moon's pale, eerie light,
and haunted by that piercing memory---
the way that demon made one fact quite clear
when it pronounced those words, with snarling sneer:
"Jesus I know, and Paul . . . but who are ye?"
