The killing of a spider's right
If not from fear, then yes, from spite
For be it even ever small
A dot upon a wall of white
It creeps him out the way they crawl
And so he says that in his sight
The killing of a spider's right
Just think about the spider's bite
Defenseless that we get at night
That wound upon the flesh so raw
Whose throbbing mass is red and bright
As if this spider meant to maul
The meat of creatures full of might
And not from fear, it seems, but spite
envoi
His guilt is therefore less than slight
For in his mind it's as a law
If not from fear, then yes, from spite
The killing of a spider's right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is the best spider poem that i have read so far today.Well done Mr May