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2 spider poems by Steve Lehman

6/16/2013

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photo by Sarah Klockars-Clauser
Spider I

I found a spider in my bathroom today
it was small and brown
it looked kind of hairy
I picked it up with a q-tip

It latched on to the q-tip
immediately, it needed
something to hold on to
something to support it

it curled it’s legs 
underneath itself, on the end
of the q-tip
I think it was scared

I forget that we 
do the scaring sometimes
we’re the ones
who go bump in the night, sometimes

I bet it had babies 
somewhere, eggs in a dark corner
but I don’t think it cared about it’s babies
it was only a spider

I killed it.

Spider II

O, see the awesome orb-weaver,
vicious hunter, violent cleaver
of guiltless bugs, unsuspecting
of their fate, death unrelenting.

Therein lies the toiling orb-weaver,
in the crypt of silk ethereal;
He sits in wait for food to come,
and come it does, trapped one by one.

In the web, prey fast is caught.
Escape is tried, but all for naught.
Another victim cruelly claimed
by ruthless orb-weaver; fear his name.
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