This poem is taken from Stand 220, 16(4) November - December 2018.

Christopher Williams Two Poems
Spider and Fly

I see all nature
round and full, but not each feature
presenting like an unrelated creature
so I don’t see why
bother with spider as such, rather a legislature
you could call spider and fly

installed in the space
between cold pipe and old dishwasher’s base
or the secretive place
next the front door and near the wooden bench
that through theS summer summer’s playthings grace
and insects multiply entrench

themselves though they could choose beam,
ceiling or cornice if that was our regime,
or crevice accepted without lack of self-esteem,
here, here the flamboyant parliament
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