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The Weaver inspired by Theodore Roethke's "The Waking" |
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By Ivor Griffiths
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I savour them; make the killing slow.
Life leaks away from succulent meat.
I kill by knowing what I need to know.
A million eyes see, but move too slow.
On sticky ground I trap their feet.
I savour them; make the killing slow.
Here paralysed terror is the afterglow
of piercing skins and silent fear.
I kill by knowing what I need to know.
Slow death and pain it makes me grow.
A Sly, spindly weaver binding fear,
I savour them; make the killing slow.
I lure them here, where pleasures flow;
they struggle in webs of fly filled air.
My delicate walk like creeping in snow.
Stinging poison sticky and slow.
Living to nurse them in my care,
I savour them; make the killing slow.
I kill by knowing what I need to know.
By Ivor Griffiths :: Inspired by Theodore Roethke's "The Waking"
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