Jehovah is an alien tyrant, rules us

From arid Palestine,

Who mouths a heaven that fools us,

And curses the olive and vine,

And the smiles of the lyric nine.

Gods are they, hard and full of wrath

Who drive us on the unintelligible path.

Gods are they, and unreckoning of their work

Too puerile or despotic, or with feet

That drip blood on a mercy seat.