The hairy huntsman, they say,

is quite harmless,
as far as spiders go.
Bullshit!
Just you try negotiating

a delicate twist

on a country curve

at 100 kph

and notice this dark motion

inching up your leg towards

your crotch
this thing

huge as a dying child's

clutching hand

moving up towards your heart.
Many a corpse has been found

with one of these bastards

squatting on its chest,
eight sapphire eyes aglow

with the upturned wheels still spinning.