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.