Feelings aside, spiders are really small <br />Monstrosities: balls of poison (with legs <br />Usually hairy,8 of them in all) <br />With death-wild eyes to boot, black shiny <br />As orbs of darkness in a witch’s lair! <br />The way they crawl reminds me of tiny <br />Machines, except machines don’t carry eggs <br />In sticky grey sacks upon their backs (dare <br />I take a closer look?) . Oh, what did God <br />Have in His head (or His heart) when He bred <br />These awful things, compacted from the clod <br />Of caves, where webs first merged with human dread <br />And made a puzzled mockery of size? <br />Indeed, God (who knows) must be very wise.<br /><br />Jacob Coleman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-come-to-me-in-dreams/
