spiderlings before we were dust
how we crawled
while you watched the sunset
i watched darkness climb the trees
though the sky never
really gets dark any more
i began growing a hump
as a form of protest
and now it looms invisibly
over my every croak and cry
i call it O for Oblivion
as well as the Obvious
what i thought were spiderlings
was the detritus of their eggs
in the right light
anything can look promising
as did you and i
before we were dust