Once, I had this vision: in a cavern
centuries before Christ a temple prostitute
submissively sucks off a high priest,
eyes gleaming in the dark.

This evening I watched a Darwinist documentary
on Discovery Channel and heard a sanctimonious sentence.

In a different temple a different text has been found.
Six legislators have already been slaughtered.
The high priest knows he too will be
slaughtered: bet on the wrong god, on a god
without a body.

Death, the sentence went,
is the price that is paid
for having sex.

Translation: 2005, Willem Groenewegen