NaPM, April 2, 2020

[RiverNotch]

XII
Speak of the devil. Perhaps
I ought to herald her. Oh,
the blooming bloody spider--

XIV
The blooming bloody fire--

XII
--crawled down the spider web.

XIV
--crawled up the water spout.

XII
The blooming bloody rain
came down and drowned the
spider dead.

XIV
--and snuffed the fire out.

XII
The blooming bloody sun rose
up and dried out all the rain,
so--

XIV
--sparked an ant aflame.

XII
--the blooming bloody spider--

XIV
--fire--

XII
--spun up her web again.