Poetry the spider allows

[Jabberwocky]

Spiders weave their work into a web.
They transfix
and weave
and spin
beautiful sacred geometry without effort.
A spider web.
It occupies everyone's mind
all of us
and all the time
with deadly suspension.
The spider only does one thing in this life.
A beautiful piece of artwork,
the peak of evolution,
a web.

Endless regurgitated innards
coming out of their asshole
creating a lovely piece of art.

The fly always comes to you
if you ask for it.