A girl abandoned at a landfill sees
Mere scraps of fabric as the units of
A patchwork quilt to warm the trembling knees
Of fellow diamonds found in the rough.
When one friend disappears, another plans
A step-by-step initiative to strike
Fear in the hearts of those with bloody hands;
She joins them — now a lady, not a tyke.
A spider's web requires a spool of thread
Suspended carefully so it entraps
All prey that it has drawn in and misled
With gossamer so strong it never snaps.
A troupe of thieves is incomplete without
A spinner who's as lethal as devout.