beautiful, black, orange and sprawled –
sits at the centre of his well spun prism of steel strong web.
Invincible, like a king.
Consuming anything and everything that enters his selfish trap.
He seethes as the pesticide invades his being –
twitching, resisting, this cannot be.
Falling to the ground – broken, withered, bound;
death cries imminent.
Who am I?