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Armies of Dancers

I am thinking about armies.
Armies of dancers.
Squadrons, platoons, units, companies of dancers.

And whenever fighting breaks out, they move.
By sea, by air, overland-they get there fast.
And they dance onto the battlefields & into the bunkers & at headquarters,
and the amazing thing is that the movement is so honest & compelling
that the soldiers with guns begin to sing, making music for the dance.
Thousands of dancers
surrounded by thousands of singers with guns,
shooting bullets high into the air making rhythm for the dance.
And the motion & the sound tell a story of how to plant the weapons & grow food.
How bullets become wildflowers, & rifles grow corn or potatoes or rice.
Fields of landmines become forests.
And stealth bombers turn into oases with cool water & birdsong & shade.

I want to see this happen.
I think I am going to need a lot of help.

—- author unknown