Saturday, March 08, 2008

human: A Saturday Poem


human

i looked up.
they had made their webs
in the rafters,
these two silent architects.
so i knocked them into a foil pan
where they lightly clattered.
exoskeletons, spinning
and disoriented.
so i sprayed aerosol on them
in great amounts, until
swimming to the center of the pan
they found each other,
grappled,
and broke their own necks.
i heard it.
two faint snaps.
i did not look up
at the empty webs, but
went my way.
and i am human.

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3 comments:

  1. Jeane8/3/08 8:44 pm

    Unsettling. Instantly made me think of that mouse poem by cummings:

    Me up at does

    out of the floor
    quietly stare

    a poisoned mouse

    still who alive

    is asking What
    have i done

    that You wouldn't have

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  2. Beth9/3/08 8:38 am

    I thought you were kind to spiders?

    (Perhaps this poem is not based upon personal experience???)

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  3. Cipriano10/3/08 12:31 am

    The poem is all about REGRET, dear anonymous.
    It is an answer to your very question, but too late.

    Beth:
    Good point.
    The poem IS based on personal experience, but... I was on acid at the time. So, bigtime excuse!

    Jeane:
    Yes, unsettling. The cummings, very apropos.

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