the webs

Oh it’s so scary to think
one day this will all be gone
My heart a maggot’s feast 
Could it be me? That maggot?

Is that what it means? That circle of life?

How scary to think
I might flap in my next life,
eat dung and live alone
and watch someone just like me
cry about the woes of 
overripe bananas 

Who said this life is mine?
Who said I can’t be 
that spider who wakes only to feast and lie
the same spider I flushed down the toilet at night?

Today I whined of an early alarm

It’s strange to not know
who might have it worse
Eight legs, feared dearly by most
Two, with no where to go but
where webs cover anyway