With his piddling bow
He comes to the range
To approach that inner meridian
That makes him one
With the straw-bale target:
But he suffers the sneers & cackles
Of the high-tech set
With their calibrated scopes
And digital tensions
That everywhere prefer certifiable dominance
To the subtleties of rapport
Craig Steiger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/archery-2/
