spider pets

 

there were

 

spiders in that room
the bone white walls
and the (you said)
awful filigree
draped between clusters
of milk-white grapes

 

the walls were cracking
aging, and the spiders
came from cold to the heat

 

running from the obliviator
that chases
           us you them we
           get cold
           and crack apart

 

the (was it wood?) swoll
now retreated
into it's ever arid
closeness to death