Golden Spiders

Golden spiders race each other
over the landscape of dry bones.
Cleaned of marrow by time and crow,
the mechanic arachnids scuttle through the hollow tubes,
sending ivory dust into the air.

Little janitors,
wrought from metal and imagination,
scourge the world of the memory of humanity.

They bite the hand that feeds,
injecting venom into the flesh,
and wait patiently by while the prey
suffers seizures and dies.

Robots programmed to save the planet,
to reverse the harm of asphalt trails
and nicotine stained oxygen,
sink their tiny metallic fangs
into the jugulars of the only animal
they should have never existed.