There’s
a tiny bow;
my body is its favored arrow rack.
Arrows whir in random flight; impossible to hide.
One day I devised a stratagem;
I drew a target on my breast.
I waited.
Every arrow in air
either pierced the eye or stuck in my back;
none surceased my life.
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