Alchemisland

Bald prelates spoke of old prodigies, lost knowledges

Of having prodded nubiler moons in forgotten yestermorrows

Using Godsborrowed arms at least as long as the Nile is presumed;

New to them are we, and old to them are the revering places,

Where their fearful lop-eared Gods’ animal faces are said to appear

To a faithless faithful.