If I Was An Arrow, I'D Be On The Bullseye Poem by Faith Wood

So typical, so systematic
like working in an assembly line
Each part in its' place
and I was dead on.

I'll be honest though,
you aren't to blame-
it could have been anyone
He was glue,
couldn't resist the temptation,
a butterfly's flirtation
And you, my friend have the voice of a piano
Who wouldn't want a taste?

But I guess it takes a neophyte's perspective
to see the unseen
We tend to live in clearer light
or perhaps it's just out judgment
that's so implicable.