You Won't Find Me

(writing a poem)
(about the way)

praying insects
of the female nationality
destroy male counter parts
by chewing his brain
at the moment he finds
his way
inside her
sexually
hmph

imagine sects of mantises
practicing celibacy
keeping their heads
bowed
and buried
in bibles and robes

with “no girls aloud” signs
posted rebelliously, temptingly
quickly
on the monastic gate

hiding behind the moan
the groan
the cries of their ancestors
hmph

you won’t find me
praying in sex