I
David’s stone
small and smooth
as an egg
fit in his hand
as he picked it up
The stone on fire
slipped into the sling
unclipped its wings
slung phoenix-like
into history’s nest
II
Alyattes (or Goliath)
so pricked with pride
a gallant of a giant
geared up to fight
the plucky Judahite
His armour and his sword
shone to a scything sun
to a midas-like midday
as he sheered his shoulders
like peaks like boulders