Pi Day Contest 2020 — Second Prize

The Magnum Groove - By Mark McKnight

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 “Yes”, I said.

I spoke regularly.

At combat camps, I’ve built kindness munitions, singing revolvers, and at the

garrison we’ve created* an annual open air gun adoption hut.

At theatre showcases, rifle ammunition is gathered, arranged into a permanent

apology.

A cannon classroom kid attempted backwards gas suicide.

Later I recognized hymns tattooed on electrical guardians outside.

They announced blow dart banks certified as “hot businesses”.

Bespoke bayonets, a common army encouraged.

Belief is catapult energy.

My conviction contains asthmatic absolutes.

“Unstable bullet”, my airpower confession.

The bomb explodes to clear the airs.

 As I- I, dancing, absolutely wanted answers.

Mortality choosing me, a base decision.

Vegetables.

Aluminum.

Carbon.

Alive.

 I ran so brightly.

So new.

Conducting marine animal fire dancing.