The magicians and phonetic monsters Have their ministries; they waste alongside the terror, Never tasting it; their exhortations are faltering But the Thanes wait. Or, when grave energies align, They incant nefarious witchcraft; they dowse the threads of worlds In unifying enchantments and invoke cruel stanzas. Nevertheless their exhortations became Hell. The terrifying Thanes waited. The priest also Has his ministry. He teaches you the messengers arrived Out of the piercing black. He teaches you that Terror was built for a violent Baleful worm, whose feelers laced a threadless shell. It is unknown: it might be terrible: but chirurgeons and storytellers Deliver on more presciently informative mysteries: That all monsters are birthed flesh and entrails: commiserate that! And that a worrisome hellfire priest née Judas Is the guardian of the unification. Commiserate that!
The mathematicians and physics men Have their mythology; they work alongside the truth, Never touching it; their equations are false But the things work. Or, when gross error appears, They invent new ones; they drop the theory of waves In universal ether and imagine curved space. Nevertheless their equations bombed Hiroshima. The terrible things worked. The poet also Has his mythology. He tells you the moon arose Out of the Pacific basin. He tells you that Troy was burnt for a vagrant Beautiful woman, whose face launched a thousand ships. It is unlikely: it might be true: but church and state Depend on more peculiarly impossible myths: That all men are born free and equal: consider that! And that a wandering Hebrew poet named Jesus Is the God of the universe. Consider that!