Flytrap

Flytrap   2/3/2014

The spider makes a web

To catch and eat

A sure way to trap

The unsuspecting

And unaware.

How can a man survive?

If he is outnumbered

And defenseless

And what are we to make?

Of the motives

Behind the lies.

Silence is the voice of complicity

And the silence here is deafening

Unmistakable and thick

And flashing like a neon sign

In the middle of the night.

The strands are connected

For stability and strength

Holding the prey captive

Until its paralyzed and dead.

If you trace the lines backwards

You can see

It all fall into place

As one connection leads to another

Horrible, hateful, and deadly.

People, places, and things

Beliefs, prejudices, and events

Irrefutable evidence

And foolish to ignore. 

I have seen the bloody faces

Staring at me

As I stare at them

Mouths open in terror

For you and for me.

The spider is in the corner

And all arrows point to him

As evil as it gets

And as deadly as can be.

If you will not look

Then you will never see

What it is, that hurts

And what it is, that’s true. 

The king is coming

And he has seen it all

As he blazes a trail of vengeance

For everyone to see.