THE SPLATTERED SPIDER

THERE IS A SPIDER’S LAIR ABOVE MY BED

SOMEWHERE IN THE RAFTERS

JUMPING INTO MY HAIR, HE BITES MY HEAD

AND SHAKES WITH TINY LAUGHTER

I’M NOT SURE WHY HE DOES THIS

HE HAS PLENTY OF MOTHS AND FLYS TO EAT

BUT EVERY NIGHT HE INSISTS

ON TAKING ANOTHER BITE OF ME

I HAVE YET TO SEE OR FEEL HIM

ON ANY GIVEN NIGHT

BUT I HAVE SEEN AND FELT

THE EFFECTS OF HIS NASTY LITTLE BITE

I KNOW THAT I COULD FIND HIM

AND SMASH HIM WITH A KLEENEX

BUT AFTER I HAD CLEANED HIM UP

AND DESTROYED HIS STICKY WEB

ANOTHER ONE JUST LIKE HIM

WOULD STRING A NEST ABOVE MY BED

SO GIVE TO HIM MY BLOOD

HOWEVER RELUCTANTLY

WHICH CAUSES ME TO THINK THAT SOON

THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT OF ME

(THE REVENGE)

ONE MOMENT THE SPIDER WAS REPELLING

ANCHORED TO THE CEILING AND HEADING FOR MY LAP

THE NEXT MOMENT HE WAS DEAD

BLISSFULLY REPOSED IN SILENT ETERNAL NAP

FOR I HAD SQUASHED THIS VICIOUS SPIDER

RIGHT BETWEEN MY HANDS

HE SHOULD HAVE TAKE THOUGHTFUL CAUTION

IN CHOOSING WHERE TO LAND

I DECIDEDLY FEEL IT IS NOT MY FAULT

TO DO WHAT I HAVE DONE

TO THE SPIDER MERCILESS DEATH I HATH WROUGHT

AND TO ME I BROUGHT A BIT OF FUN

I DO FEEL A TOUCH OF SADNESS, THOUGH

AS I VIEW THE HORROR I’VE ENACTED

FOR THE ARTHROPODIC ESSENCE NOW IS JUST A SOUL

AND ON MY HANDS A MESS OF GREY ARACHNID