"Singing David to Sleep"

Singing David to Sleep

“Who’s there?”

Sweet Jesus, little buddy, know that if I can I am.

And all the while, here's the clamorous din of time;

Staccato—uncompromising—so I chant thus:

You, my precious excelsior child,

Will shine

like an arcing hymn of vesper light.

And patron among scattered blocks and newborn night I wonder

Will I sing still,

in your poems?

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