O savior of religion,
with all your sermons
you will never persuade religion
to turn away
from suicide.
You stroked
the cold corpse of God1,
hoping
the vanished spirit
might return.
But the corpse
did not move.
You blew your prayers
like spells
into the birth-blind eyes
of these people2.
And the people—
still blind—
ran after you
like a herd.
O savior of religion,
in hope of …