Poezie

Too Late

1 min lectură·9 octombrie 2010

Mediu

Sooner or later,

one of us will dislocate ourselves

from this web of obsession.

I once watched a blowfly

caught in a spider\'s web

in the corner of a crooked window.

I watched while the fly struggled,

and I watched it, still, as the spider crept

its brittle robot-legs decisively

toward the stirring vibrations

of the fly.

I stood and kept on watching as the spider

reached the fly and embraced it

with an unswerving intent.

I listened to the fly\'s thrumming destiny;

I listened to the fly\'s unresigned tremor;

I stood and wished I had not watched...

...wished I had not waited;

wished I still had time

to release that throbbing victim,

the thin thread of life unravelling from its core.

But it was too late,

by the time I realized I did not want to witness

life\'s inevitable, life\'s plodding

consummation.

But it was too late, my dearest predator...

or, are you the struggling prey?

It was too late.

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Philomena van Rijswijk. “Too Late.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13956456/too-late

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