Satan, prowl,
thou lion lost in fog
(cloud-of-witnesses encompassed)
seeking those whom
you may not devour.
Lo, there is no Saul,
but Paul;
no Simon,
only Cephas;
no James, no John,
just Boanerges.
Fell Satan,
you'll not find
Mathew
wrapped in rags
(like carrion tattered)
but some new-named thing
in raiment white.
