There is
a beautiful spiders web
up there
under the skylight
catching the sunlight
in it’s cunning tangle
There is
a constant funeral
which occurs
up there
where the sunlight
falls through
and a hungry undertaker
repeats
each night
a purposeful ritual
of weaving and waiting
by moonlight to strike
he is there now
above my head
waiting
as I corner
and tangle
my own life
with sleep.
a beautiful spiders web
up there
under the skylight
catching the sunlight
in it’s cunning tangle
There is
a constant funeral
which occurs
up there
where the sunlight
falls through
and a hungry undertaker
repeats
each night
a purposeful ritual
of weaving and waiting
by moonlight to strike
he is there now
above my head
waiting
as I corner
and tangle
my own life
with sleep.
