The Magnum Groove - By Mark McKnight
“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
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.
I ran so brightly.
Conducting marine animal fire dancing.