• Black widow

    The tiny black spider,
    Sits in her corner,
    Wondering
    Wondering
    Wondering
    She wonders of dead,
    As she weaves her tangled web
    Wondering
    Wondering
    Wondering
    If there is a heaven or a hell,
    How her husband dropped and fell,
    Screaming, falling, dying,
    Crashing to the floor,
    Cold, dead, still.
    With her, no more.