NaPoWriMo - Probably for Mordicai

In the shower
there comes that spider

Not a nice one but full of jumps and menacing furry angles.

Understand that -
(It's so early)
(I'm so unready)
(I don't want to see)
(or be startles)
Hence the shower.

The Rag!
Soaked through
I smother the thing - leave it to drown in air
& for good measure stomp down

Then the horror of that.
The wet, heavy firmament crushing down &
the suffocating darkness of that, followed
by the final crushing agony.

To say nothing of the startling sound of the water
the bleak prospect of climbing out of the suddenly slick tub.

Frantic and assaulted
from all sides and above all at once

This matter of fact murder of convenience.

The water is very hot and runs over my face and I can't but think:
What'd it be to be the spider and now what is it to have that empathy.

Put myself in the spiders place, thinking of the arbitrary hate of the unimaginable giant god.
The thoughtless startled aggression that is so final, so absolute and hideous.

Then I put the spider, with it's darting and quick little limbs into my place
And think, it's worse, maybe still, to be eaten alive & screaming, but that's the spiders work.

Empathy or no, you can't do game theory with spiders.