Silk Road
Silk Road
The silk road strands across the silver stream
an icky chronicle to a chubby arachnid
chains spewed from her bodies’ digested flies
a war queen, blood can’ t be washed or willed away from her hands
yet she is as studious as a restoration sovereign
by change of an hour she has leapt, leapt, and leapt again
begun on a boulder, ended on the birch sapling
spawned three summers past now soaking up the stream
and wended she along her path
skeleton safety strand, traverse
stronger silver silk
