Web Crawler

(Blank Form Poetry)























Yon spider! Look what meshy home it keeps,
Of lines and curves; of dangling, sticky threads;
A network balloons cross a sky so blue.

Kia Ora friends, and do come into this
World Wide Web, made particularly for you.
Hey, no scam! Yet you are laughing out loud.

With gliding moves, and amplifying eyes
On line, the strict login commands much sway;
But the avatar posed a vicious mood.

Not surprised when he clutched the mouse nearby,
That crashed the net, and eight cookies crumbled;
Heaps of space trash flood the recycle bin.

Pray tell I what the hoopla here about?
A brain, with a vast panoramic view;
That searches and drills with power embossed.

This web crawler bots in and out of homes
Boiling on oil for food and food for oil;
It harvests brain-seeds with great precision.

©Paterika Hengreaves
(March 2006/Cleveland,Ohio, USA)