Scientist

I am come straight from the palace
 Through the toadsong to your step
 At the behest of the king
 With a gift for your temple
 I have lugged this strange contraption
 Over many a hoary dale
 Unbar the gate! Take me to the house
 Of your so-called priest... blasphemer!
 "We do not require the use of your abandon
 We have our own seeing-device, powered by waste
 It no longer recognises words or numbers"
 As a fellow citizen of reason
 I strongly suggest you reconsider your position
 Or you may face truly dire consequences
 The instalment of this modern wonder
 Is for your own benefit
 Down will rain boiling tar on your rooves, if you refuse
 "We have long-since in a vision fleed into the nameless foothills
 Somewhere fire cannot live - a secret dome
 Enclosing a whole word made anew"