Spider Web After Storm
THE SPIDER AND THE GHOST OF THE FLY
By Vachel Lindsay
Once I loved a spider
When I was born a fly,
A velvet-footed spider
With a gown of rainbow-dye.
She ate my wings and gloated.
She bound me with a hair.
She drove me to her parlor
Above her winding stair.
To educate young spiders
She took me all apart.
My ghost came back to haunt her.
I saw her eat my heart.
I read like I breathe...with holy wonder...books have saved me again & again, but how long??
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