I cannot touch the once white bones
that spiders have infested
or clean the once bright colored eyes
from their drying webs
Corners here and corners there
in which I can’t remember looking
A window here, a doorknob there
Never opened, never turned
From mushrooms fly the seed of life
And would grow among the bones
But spiders crawl in massive seas
covering the soil
So every bird must fly on
Every worm must land
And every spider mouth must feed
on every hollow bone
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