Text of poem - The Marksman. Nature is still with us; the moon wanes and is not consumed. The only nostalgia is for language. Our muse now is the computer. Priming its software it fires round upon round of vocabulary in the poem's absence, wounding us ever more fatally with the accuracy of its information.

‘The Marksman’ - #RSThomas
(‘Agenda, 36.2, Autumn 1998)
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