The bullseye’s full
They would we would fling them unbeknownst
No eye no mind’s eye on the mess on the floor, collateral damage du jour
Look blankly at the wound, unfamiliar
Then in distraction walk away!
(That slumping statue
That battered archery board
was built to endure,
the guilty excused)

They all we all riddled with lances
The stinging in the background,
Where, numbed, they think we think
therefore they know their we know our
place, where no stake I’ve no stake you’ve claimed gets in the way