A spider may be considered to be more disturbing by some

but your eyes betray the coldness of a killer

as they scan the room and your head barely pivots

upon the neck, no twitching of muscle visible

as the glare of insanity relaxes briefly

sensing no immediate threat to the game.

I see across the room and I watch with morbid

fascination and discern no sweat line even in the mouldering heat

and realise that inside of you, it must be awash, the agitation

of the Charles Manson like persona, the matted hair