You, who say I cannot comprehend the beauty of a Mona Lisa smile,
Do you have 2,000 eyes to see all the colors of fear in the heart of the cockroach as I spin desire in the air and bring the sky upon his head, dusk shattering in a diamond mosaic that would break a thousand Picassos?
You, who threaten to eviscerate your lunch at the mere mention of my feeding habits,
Have you tasted the fight in a wild creature with no god but life to blind her nervous system to the star of death that beckons at the center of my web, a masterpiece ringing with the umami chords of screams trapped in paralyzed mandibles?
You, who don your hiking boots or seek out your long-suffering broom to dispose of me,
Will you feed your children of heart, soul and liver sacs, give them life without question, and send them off to shine upon the broken herbivore kingdom in carbon-copy beauty and forever the absence of hunger for a motherly smile never given nor revoked?
This poem is inspired by David Attenborough’s Micro Monsters documentary, episode 2 season 1, which I watched here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RC_6n-zZChU. Did you know that 80% of the animals on our planet are arthropods? If the foundation of intelligent life lives as the scorpions and cockroach wasps do, killing and torturing for propagation and sustenance, what does that say about the meaning of life? Watching spiders roll up their prey like burritos and go vampire makes me a little philosophical…
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By Jonas Jordan, United States Army Corps of Engineers [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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