To The Вурдалак, A Key Signature, 3

You are the slithering harbinger---

upon those people---of baleful pestilence;

you are the yammering constructor---

upon those people---of ignorance:

so that their superficial religion

collapses into craven superstition.

But those who hold---who thrive upon---True Faith

know who and what you are:  a vengeful wraith.

From the sluice of your mouth, your words,

though forcefully  verbose when you assert

them, are as empty as a bodiless shirt

flung upon two crossed poles to frighten scavenging birds:

tails untucked and collar unpinned,

ragged sleeves flapping in a cloud-rolling wind.

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