'You die upon the cross, and then you rise.
That's when they all fall out. The Magdalen
is first to see you, and John starts again
moaning you loved her more. So Simon lies
brings up your silly joke about the Rock.
You think that's funny. Men will die for that,
rule Rome and wear a very silly hat.
They'll talk as if you never had a cock
lock women up, make men swear to be chaste.
Forget to feed the poor, make themselves rich.
Your painful death their favourite piece of kitsch
Burn people and rape children. Barren waste
the church your heirs will make now.' Off he crept
Satan in quiet triumph. Jesus wept.