Two Davids - Conveyor

Two Davids

Two moms, two bibles, maybe

Two wombs, two hearts, two dreams of babies

Two boys are waiting

At worst for things with eyes and wings

To field the fame and flame the fanning of our brains

Two Davids

Two sets of knees to crawl and feel on

Two yokes no wheels on

A ring of absolutes and things with leaves and roots and patience

Two songs to David

Maybe I will call my sons David too

Maybe then i’ll have my Davids two