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	Suspense The evening wore itself on Shuffling itself from side to side Unable to catch the faint glimmer That pointed its mind to sleep Restless as the slipping sky I found myself tripping in the garden Walking down the side path Where numerous balloon belly spiders Hung their summer houses But not for me. Were they trying To catch some essence of humanity Vying with silk bait to snatch something So much bigger than merely The thought of being a death-spinner Till the day they themselves also died Watching their silver threads darken with them Something of a primeval curse Of children's nightmares culled From Dr Who or books or maybe genes These spiders were almost waiting for me there As if some concurrence Of transmitted arachnid thought Criss-crossed the cool air and avenged The footstep of a million mindless children But not for me. The chill Shudder of an aquatic ape's fear Of scuttling crabs and other octopods In afterlifes paused my hand before it swept The little community away The sun shivered itself into cool Blue horizons, I closed the day's chapter The spiders looked on in their Euclidean rapture © David Incoll 2001
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Copyright by David Incoll 2001