Wednesday, 4 July 2018

spider spider

spider spider

a long trough of milky sibilant satin
breathless in hanging the dusty way
our gaze hypnotic along and into
this fate this fly on his fateful day

wriggling waiting waiting wiggling
tiptoe-eyed it seems belies
that presence is resident here 
as we in turn this wait denies

once again the dark childhood corners 
eye what the dark in darkness hides
for exploding across this mithril meadow 
a belly on eight stilted legs in rapier glides

the spider jumps and we jump back
ancestors scream quick hide and hide
as "got you" is pulled back quick as a flash
it’s fangs remaining chew on our insides


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