RED SPIDER: PLOTTING REVENGE

Lower than low, where strata
Becomes blacker than black
And shadow is an environs
Red spider gains an education

The moon this night bowed taut
Hurls fast sharpened bolts
Of pale arrow and one pierces
A shallow pool of rippling dark

The shaft glances off of him
He sees for the first, his beatific
Gruesomeness: hairy head
Tipped with spears, a trillion
Eyes harness and record his image

Through this ghastly mirror
He looks long and deep
Watching his ugliness unmoving
And thinking through burden:
'On whom do I have my revenge?'