Deathwatch Spider To May Fly After Mary Howitt The Spider And The Fly Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

“I’m sure you're tired of trouble, strife, extending life so long;
Will you talk before you go to bed? ” said Spider to Dame Fly.
“There are existentialist strings to pull, it comes on pretty strong,
to go against the grain and see millenia fly by.'
'You have a point” said Dame May Fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
'few sleep in cryogenic vats who won't wake up ahead! ”

Said surprised Deathwatch Spider to May Fly, 'What's to be done
to show life's just worth living if dice risky can be thrown,
Existence sempiternal's brain insulting, scarcely fun,
outliving welcome leaves the mind with web weeds overgrown”
“Die's not forecast” said Dame May Fly, “for if you lose the toss,
you must disappear forever, and bestow immortal mirth! ”

“Vain creature! ” Deathwatch Spider said, “you’re witty ditty's wise,
how brilliantly you lead me on with madness in your eyes!
I’ve a little looking-glass hid high on Pluto's shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I know myself already: cogito ergo sum some say,
with nanotech and biotech new game-play's free from prey.”

Death Spider turned himself around real reel and spun him silly,
he little knew fair frilly Fly'd found telomere immune
to mortal threds: through portal dead life journeyed willy-nilly
before this generation sequenced D.N.A.'s rune tune.
When he discovered sense again he mourned his grave mistake
in underestimating Man's potential to evolve,
despite his faults and foibles, follies, burnings at the stake,
behind Death's back Humanity may mortal challenge solve.