[Acts 5:40-42] Ten set out along the rocky road To suffer for their saintly sins The great betrayer gone missing Having topped himself or split his skin Now, the young beloved one Last son of father Zebedee Comes to the town of Ephesus To spin the lure and reel them in Casts a line, sits waiting quietly For the telltale nibble to reveal The passing curiosity The inner need, the faint appeal Sings sweetly for his supper Sings of miracles and fairy tales Of barley loaves and two small fish To make, for multitudes, a meal Fisherman of Ephesus Surveys the spirits' battleground Flag was flown, a story told Of crucifix and thorny crown Hard to go on living With the guilt of chance survival All alone to fall from sky Crash landing on arrival To walk again the rocky road No martyrdom to comfort Wait out the years to join the ten In fairytale revival The test of Poison cup A little boiling oil along the way On isle of Artemis to toil Write memoirs at the end of day Then back to lie in Ephesus Alone amongst the dozen As harbour slowly suffocates And the catch has swum far away Fisherman of Ephesus: Did he know the fate of others? Their sticky end, the harsh rebu*tal He alone without his brothers