tell me madam spider <br />how it feels when I touch down <br />onto your inviting web <br />tell me how quickly you sense my entanglement <br />and which moment in your haste <br />that you size me up as your meal <br />I want to know where the love lies in your work <br /> <br />I, your afternoon prey <br />your bagged haul <br />your netted catch of the day <br />your ashamed admirer <br /> <br />I, suicide bomber <br />the sacrificial lamb <br />commissioned by your victims' dearly beloveds <br />armed with camouflaged casks <br />of lethal arachnid potion <br /> <br />I anticipate your doom as certainly as you anticipate mine <br />seemingly here by foolish mistake <br />I have a purpose with you, madam <br />when you sink your pincer fangs into my flesh <br />and proceed to drain my fluids <br />you will find yourself very quickly ill <br />and here by my side madam <br />your reign of terror will extinguish <br /> <br />while across the way in a corner <br />we might catch a glint from the bulging eyes <br />of the carcass shell <br />that was once your mate <br />ravaged to his fate by you <br />in this web he helped to craft <br />he will know that sometimes, madam spider, <br />an appropriate justice is served <br />and still <br />I want to know where the love lies in your work<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madam-spider/
