Flaming Arrows

I think it is funny to think about
What kinds of things people think about
To make assumptions
About what they will think
Before they even have a chance to think it

A judgment?
On appearance?

How do you get to know a person
In conversation without asking all of the right questions

I used to think poetry could bring about
A change
In a small select few
It does
And in some of the others
It will one day

But what about the ones left untouched
By our nighttime campfires?

The ones who refuse to see
The way our words
All unify
One by one

Like a puzzle That paints the most beautiful love scene
They could have ever imagined

This is seductive
This is passionate

So you lit a few up who were already on this path
Your small group passes around page after page

The time has now come to seek out
Those not so obvious targets

Set your aim to the woods
To the caves
Set your aim to the inner

Tonight we will smoke these bastards out!