Self-assured, I hunted
sick persons:

quarantine in Jerusalem
to stop the epidemic

that credulity
in the empty promise

of a place in heaven
and a heaven on earth

But their stubbornness gnawed
futility in my zeal

obscured the light in my head
so that I fell. The sun was spinning

in its halo, clenched
in the hand that pointed to me

to risk my life
with my nicest words