“The wicked draw the sword and bend their bows to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose way is upright.”
From one tree,
from one good flitch
of wood laid
on the artisan’s bench,
comes the riser
and limbs of the bow,
comes a dozen
shafts of perfect arrows,
comes the target with
fresh painted rings:
kin estranged
from each other on
the archery range.