Let death happen

How many spiders’ bodies

Have been birthed

And deathed since

The creation of spiders?

I marvel at the immortality

Of their form, that

Includes intermissions for

Decay and newness

If you’re ever tasked to

clean a cabin in the woods

You’ll find the cabinet corners

and window sills

Set as the stage for

Life’s theater

Littered with so many bodies-

Bodies upon bodies

All yearning to return to the fabric of the forest floor

Where they can be one with death

Instead of on display

in such unnatural nakedness