Fallen rocks broke the tumult of humans who leapt
From the tower as it crumbled, crying out
At first in one voice and then in many
As their shared tongue shattered under
The weight of pride, arrogance, desire
Or, perhaps, hope,
Hope they could clamber up to the level of angels, but,
Instead, found themselves harried by winds as Satan was,
Before he landed in the fiery gulf, and who,
Now sat, as an ape, on the nearby cliff,
Flung pebbles amongst God's wrath
And, huffing with laughter, spoke:—
"THESE are the Almighty's darling children
For whom we gave up our heavenly peace
Rather than consider above us, and right we were
To do so, to strive to prove,
Although we were sorely smitted for striving,
They were not worth our honour and love; while I,
With bared teeth, give them a mote of admiration
For taking their base, heavy bodies
To try and shake, nay, tremble the heavenly throne,
My mirth comes most from hearing their speech falter
And lose the co-conspiratorial nature our's still has, O Belial,
That allows even in such different forms, I this meddlesome,
Limb'ed beast and you that slow and slimy creature
Whomst carries his bed wherever he goes,
Us to converse and share perverse joy
In the inevitable loss of love for the humans
That must come following this:
Their latest attempt at defying the will of God."
BELIAL slid forward slightly
On his single foot and, slipping
Into his shell so his head just peered out,
So as not to get too much dust on him to clean off later,
Observed the humans, those who had survived
The collapse of Babel, try and communicate, first
Through the failure of their fragmented speech and then,
Turning to scrawling with sticks in the mud
Like the babes they were,
Also finding their writing systems had been flung,
Like fractals, far
From the original shared letters, staggering
Into what we would recognise as
The graphemes of Catherine the Great, Xerxes of the Achaemenid Empire,
Solomon of Israel, and Leonidas of Sparta, and sighed:—
"DO not doubt that I also take joy
In the hardships inflicted on these unworthy usurpers
Of our hierarchy, as I naturally have no desire
To see them in a happier state than we,
Taking such lowly forms to observe, and
It is rightly their lot to be, like we were,
Scattered and dispersed, but
I do have a fear this will make it harder
For us to twist their desires back on them,
Like letting a dog catch its own tail so it bites it,
Because we will all have to learn these new languages
And writing systems, and,
Although I will do so should it please you, O Satan,
I do not have the constitution for such a task
And have no desire to learn of the Greek, or other, alphabets."
OUR Adversary stopped huffing at the humans and,
Turning his attention to his companion,
Last to enter Pandaemonium, last to volunteer for action,
First to tempt others into fulfilling his lewd
Wishes and besmirching their souls without his lifting a finger,
For he was the epitome of sloth and vice,
Only stirred to make a move at the fear of
Pain or the desire to ruin others,
Picked him up and hurled his
Indolent snail-form off the cliff
So it cracked against the crumpled tower below:—
"DEAREST companion, lover of vice,
Loafing little prick,
I will devise a plan, just to please you,
For am I not so gracious as to help my compatriots, so
All humans will someday learn the entire Greek alphabet,
Whether they have interest to or not."

((I have made the judicial call that :—, which Milton uses to illustrate the start of speech, does not mark the end of a sentence))