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Molemarch (A Tautogram)

By: Ari Heff
flash fiction | spring 2024

Murmurs migrate: messages meander, making massive marks. Messengers meet mugwumps; men mutter; malevolent monarchs, maniacal moguls moan morbidly.

Motive?

Moles march. Mysteriously, menacingly, moles move. Mountains mark measly millstones. Mole-mines manufacture massive missiles, mole-mechs, missile-moles. Moreover, million-mole multitudes mount mastodons, mobilizing.

Men muster militaries, mad marshalls maligning mellow M14-men. Marine munitions murder moles massive misfortune! Motorized muzzles mow most moles morose. Many miles meld moles, men: moaning, misfiring, meandering, madness.

Might men maim moles? Maybe. Maybe-

MMMMMMMMMM.

Mouths mum. Missiles molt. Moles manifest mystery-machines! Massive machines mush mechanically, MMMMMMing, making men mud, making moles melt. Many, many mummified, muckified, mush-makened.

Most mortified: mortally macabre.

Mole-marring-man match's megastar moot? Medal, mangled? Medallists, mutilated? Malarkey! Moles make more moles (most maintain marvelous magnetism). Minutes move mercurially: momentarily, million makeshifted moles materialize.

Man-monarchs mizzle.

Moles make Mole-land. Mankind mourns.