Tarantula Hawk Sting
Spider hunters hunt
Out in broad daylight
Every touch is a stinger
On the tip of an
Acid-packed needle
Four thin wings
Before beating
Strolling steps
Not sticking
To tangled webs
The paralyzing power
Of synthesized metals
Dispersing in the body
Taking tensed limbs
Dragged along the soil
It looked so far away
But here it is now
And all there is, is pain
Can’t move, all is futile
All one can do is lay
And experience the burn
Let it course,
Let it flow,
Let it rattle
To the core
Let the core strain
Let eggs be laid
Allow oneself
To self replace
Be prey-shaken
And shell encase