We see you coming and we know your plan.
The oracles are dumb because of you
Who offer us, as Most High God, a man.
You would unmake our other customs, too.
But the response that we give to your cue
Will not be what your comfort might prefer.
Jealously, we will clasp our gods anew.
Our iron strength we’ll hoard and reassure.
Then to the beasts with you! We know the cure
For foreign gods who do not know their place.
The Druids are no more the lords they were.
You too now, for the whole hurt human race,
We shall undo. Behold our victory!
(But why cannot the oracles agree?)