Dealing with Terrible Poison

Yes - we, like Cato and his Carthago delenda est - we face the same poisonous pagan terror. A terror at which even the ancient pagans of Rome were horrified: "...the worshippers of Moloch were not gross or primitive. They were members of a mature and polished civilisation, abounding in refinements and luxuries; they were probably far more civilised than the Romans. And Moloch was not a myth; or at any rate his meal was not a myth. These highly civilised people really met together to invoke the blessing of heaven on their empire by throwing hundreds of their infants into a large furnace. We can only realise the combination by imagining a number of Manchester merchants with chimneypot hats and mutton-chop whiskers, going to church every Sunday at eleven o'clock to see a baby roasted alive. ... People would understand better the popular fury against the witches, if they remembered that the malice most commonly attributed to them was preventing the birth of children." [GKC The Everlasting Man CW2:277, 254]

Therefore we ought to resort to a prayer of St. Benedict, who had to deal with such poisons:

Vade retro Satana!
Nunquam suade mihi vana!
Sunt mala quae libas,
Ipse venena bibas.

Go back, Satan!
Never tempt me with vain things!
You are pouring evils -
Drink them yourself.

(from the famous medal of St. Benedict)

St. Michael, defend us!