The design of the web excruciates the spider To stitch piece by piece the fabric of its nest Fortifying a caste to snare its food Where the spider will be the best in the wild west The old town prepares with a dual between two That will begin six minutes till noon Plotting the spider sits sheltered with its silky bed As the battle starts in the eyes of June Each man finds his place with a penis in their sling Taking ten steps the other way A strand of grass blows in the wind As the sun slides into the summers day