Black Widow

I watched a spider climb a wall, I watched her crawl down again and voices whispered for a call, that's all there is for men. I sit and watch the day go up and watch the clock go down, it seems my blood runs down a rut to oceans without sound. The spider climbed to find a fly, crawled down to stop and think and wonder that a day went by to end in sunset pink. You are a lucky one I said, small thoughts - no joy, no dread. But then I saw beneath a leg a simple trace of red, an hourglass that did not beg. I knew she did not care to know her sun was going down. She raised her back as if to show defenses that were sound. But I was cursed a larger brain that knows no sting of man can stay a day from its decline or grant him greater span.