The following is a poem by the Trenchcoat Anti-Critic and newcomer Merrick following the strict guidelines of Spotlight Poetry. The subjects for this piece were 'Ant' and 'Generations'.
Toiling in a hill built
________on the fallen bodies
_________________of brothers
_____________forefathers
________grandfathers
For the good
________I work
___________slave
______________fight
What I make with bleeding hands
______________________is
____________________not
_________________my
____________own
Queen?
____Are you worthy of our toiling?
Father?
____Did you choose this path?
Grown to gather,
________do I understand my
____________________place?
I saunter to and fro,
_________mind racing
______________to one thought
I watch as many sweep away from
______________________water
____________________foe
________________food
The good dead for all to live
________________from small ant
________________________to father
____________________________to Queen
Generation,
______pass unseen
Spotlight Poetry is a form of under-the-gun collaborative writing exercise created by Merrick.
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