As he sat crying
she was dying
around the corner behind the church
hunched up under a small cobwebbed
rabbit hutch.
The amount of
people who died
that day was impossible to count.
Military Experts put it in the hundreds.
To her it felt like thousands.
All the ant trails led to it.
This is a daily exploration of creative energy. We post every other day "in response" to each other.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Ant Trail
Tru Dillon has been involved in art since she was born. Drawing, painting, singing and writing have captured her interest above all else. She wrote her first book of poems at 12 years of age and has since written many more poems and is hoping someday to create another book of her poetry. For now she is content to write on the World Wide Web. To contact Tru Dillon please go to her web page http://poemandprose.wordpress.com/ and send her a comment.
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