chopped wood; a heavy basket full, lashed to your chest
in fact crushing sternum into spine
for the lungs have gone now, and ribs are softened to bending
so flexible you'll see them springing
even tying up to bows, stretched as long threads
and melted rubber, going so thin as to be used by spiders
who can no longer spin their own
the back legs attached at thorax by multiple hinges
are barbed and are gathering up the rubber,
weaving trapezes for segmented arthropods to wander
looking like tanks in their design
suitably adapted to miniature mazes, when rolled up
pronounced ISOPOD, and shown to me as such