octopus pattern

Been thinking...

Of Charlotte,
the spider.
Not her wonderful webs
so much but her egg sacks.
Been thinking of the eight legs
at the end of a life
to tending the future.

Been thinking
of the octopus, too.
Same deal. Only in dying
does she give birth.

How much more
compassionate and arm-ed,
how curiously tender there
their pattern of many limbed tending,
these benevolent

How much more armed
we humans are against
one another,
generation after inherited

How long we spend
in contrast insuring
our children
’s doom.

Been thinking…
too much and not
all that well.