You know,
There is no love betwixt spiders,
No sentiment betwixt black widows,
No tenderness,
Arachnids are predators after all,
Given the chance,
They’ll eat one another,
Mandibles like knives in the back,
Harsh words like venom,
Feasting on one another’s vascular core,
The need for self-sustenance trumps all,
It’s every invertebrate for themselves,
Hunting for number one,
And it makes me wonder,
If you take away the eight legs and webs,
Is man any different?
