I live among the spiders,

sometimes they plot to kill.

(Forgive them, they’re carnivorous,

that one there’s name is Bill).

We’re here down in the basement,

they maybe hear me think.

All I hear are their little feet

down there behind the sink,

and

t h e t i c k i n g o f t h e t i m e is

t h e t h u m p i n g o f a p u m p is

t h e p o u n d i n g i n a c h e s t is

t h e p h a n t o m o f a s t u m p is

t h e r i n g t h a t c o u n t s t h e y e a r s is

t h e r i n g i n g i n m y e a r s is

t h e w o r r i e d h a n d t h a t w r i n g s is 

t h e m e l o d y I s i n g, and

I am not alone -

no.

The spiders share my home.

They do wish to devour us.

(Forgive them, they’re carnivorous).