Poems from Buddhist Dimetrodon
I killed a spider that I found near my bath
Ugly and horrid, while frozen in fear
But reason enough to suffer my wrath
Oh, but nothing...
Silver and white
Embedded with rubies
Shining and bright
With light from the point
Royal and pretty
Into the chest
Between the ribs
Tight...
When at peace the soul endeavors
But always slow the body rots
Nobody can survive forever
Matters not how strong or clever
Outlive time...