Arthropod Love Song

you, by virtue of
proximity to the dark and the
flames that we tasted
charred sugar on slow languid tongue
won
something
else
worm-silk, spider-silk
sneaky arachnids
we hid in the cracks of the walls that we made
out of cynical metaphor
waiting
for time
to catch up
poisoned, we ate them all
tossed out despair, crumbled weak
exoskeletons
made them glitter, their shells
decimated under
the sun.