THE COMPLETE NICK ARMBRISTER POETRY
COLLECTION Volume 2
1996 - 2013
Copyright
2013 Nick Armbrister
ISBN - 978-1-291-66311-2
Butt
They
met
at
the
back
end
of
never.
Spider Squash
A
spider crawls nearby, startling you as you doze.
In
a flash you react, your hand shooting out and squashing it dead.
Happiness
courses in your veins.
Slowly
you look at the spidery remains:
long
slender see through gossamer filament legs are broken;
dozens
of minute eyes are lifeless;
abdomen
is detached and leaking insides.
Disgusting!
Worst
of all, her egg sack is crushed.
A
thousand spider eggs die.
Now
you realise, its not one you killed but hundreds.
Fate
decreed that the last Silver Leg spider walked past your pillow, disturbing
you.
If
you knew that she was the last of her kind, what would you have done?
She
was a hermaphrodite, able to reproduce without a mate.
In
twenty four hours she would have gave birth to a thousand baby Silver Leg
spiders. Now her species in extinct.
Not
one survives alive on Planet Earth.
You
killed the last of her kind.
She's
dead like the Dodo, extinct.
You
are to blame!
All
you care about in your dirty pillow and jangled nerves.
Hiroshima
In
the city of light,
in
the valley of skulls.
Our
spirits dance.
Hiroshima.
Turned
to ash.
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