The spider
I
Spotted
A spider
And feelings of
Disgust
Hit me.
Those bloodsuckers!
Catching
In a Web
A victim
As it
Helplessly
Twists
Only
To watch
The spider
Slowly
Descend
And
Drain out
The
Life
So
It can live.
The horror!
Nature
Is a
Programmed
Killer
Isn’t
It?
So I
Decided
To play God
Too!
I smashed
The spider
With a
Magazine
And its
Splattered
Remains
Pulsed
No more
Life.
The grotesque
Painting
Of violence
With
Spider guts
Smeared
On the wall
The sight
Of it
Made me
Sick.
Who gave me
The right
To snuff out
That spider?
What did I
Accomplish?
Now going back
On it
I killed it
On a whim!
An impulse
Of revulsion,
But who
Really cares?
I’ve
Just seen
A miniaturized
Vision
Of
Nature.