tell me madam spider
how it feels when I touch down
onto your inviting web
tell me how quickly you sense my entanglement
and which moment in your haste
that you size me up as your meal
I want to know where the love lies in your work

I, your afternoon prey
your bagged haul
your netted catch of the day
your ashamed admirer

I, suicide bomber
the sacrificial lamb
commissioned by your victims' dearly beloveds
armed with camouflaged casks
of lethal arachnid potion

I anticipate your doom as certainly as you anticipate mine
seemingly here by foolish mistake
I have a purpose with you, madam
when you sink your pincer fangs into my flesh
and proceed to drain my fluids
you will find yourself very quickly ill
and here by my side madam
your reign of terror will extinguish

while across the way in a corner
we might catch a glint from the bulging eyes
of the carcass shell
that was once your mate
ravaged to his fate by you
in this web he helped to craft
he will know that sometimes, madam spider,
an appropriate justice is served
and still
I want to know where the love lies in your work

Lee Crowell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madam-spider/