Tinker tailor, soldier spider
the young adventurer lay
deaf to his favorite sound
Out of town, out of sight
over the railroad tracks
boy smiles
To the blazing midday sun
of cloudless day
of the recluse spider
boy holds up the jar
in fascination, eager
to show daddy his find
soon he gets home
Let the sheriff know
spider sees the vagabond
sees his smoking gun
\'pon her freefall
Feels the cold of death
before jar hits the sand
Eight legs to point him out
spider sees him evermore since
in magnified replay
from her contained glass view
The jar lid is closed
The fallen bicycle\'s wheel spins
and all the while, perpetually
past boy\'s last blink, the distant
ice cream truck sings