Sister mantis, pray tell,
must we really bother
to examine our conscience
when stirrings of lust
awaken us everyday,
and nature compels us
we are made of flesh and blood.
I am no different from you,
who seek consummation
by grasping live prey between one's legs,
before tasting the coup de grace
dealt by the same giving mouth.
Ah but sister mantis,
at the end of each sinful day,
can you unfold your fan-like wings
and reverently hold your legs together to pray?