Death wants more death, and then some <br />look at my black widow spider. <br />along the rail road tracks. <br />fat and shiny with her black grape <br />and red hour glass tummy. <br />though it tells no real time, I wish it did, <br />as I spend to much time with her. <br />no real order either as her web goes off <br />in all directions. <br />She sits it the cracks where it's cool, <br />sits and waits for me, <br />by now she knows, I will come, I think. <br />that she cares. <br />I wiggle the outer most edge of the her web <br />with a very thin stick, <br />wiggle, wiggle and she hurries out <br />fast as the light that she flees. <br />holding the cricket by it's back legs, <br />the cricket moves her Webb with <br />her long antennas <br />here she comes. <br />death six beady eyes of death. <br />no emotion: <br />nothing to feel but true raw death black death. <br />she rolls her front over <br />and spins back and forth her back legs. <br />pulling at first thick drops of the stickiest glue <br />that she attaches haphazardly on any thing that moves. <br />even your finger <br />if you leave it there long enough <br />which is about two seconds three tops. <br />it can be so very much better <br />than squeezing her treats through her panties <br />it is just that exciting flirting with death. <br />soon I have helped her fill her web with crickets. <br />and just a few yards further down the track <br />is another cool well concealed crack. <br />with friends like these who needs threats <br />and those pale, 'full belly eats, when <br /> 'Death Wants More Death Than Death'.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-wants-more-death-than-death/
