If i pull the spiders from inside
(some still live, most have died)
would the torture of their crawling
always still be calling, calling.
If i pull the poison from my vein
dilute with a less toxic strain
would i still be slowly dying
always again, crying, crying
If i could cause them to depart
the blades that dive into my heart
could i change or break the law
(the palm or the fist!) The claw! The claw!
If through my life had not paraded
things to leave me cold and jaded
would i still know something of
the joy it is, to love, to love!