A David you're not

If you want to throw stones
at a giant
make sure there is a volcano  
in your palm
ready to erupt
when it hits your target
 
Sling it in an arch  
big enough  
to make the degree scream  
sign language to the deaf  
 
Let the whistling of its trajectory  
wake the earth  
let every eye follow the arc
of its intended path  
breaking sound barriers
along the way  
 
If you want to sling stones
at a giant
make sure there’s a volcano
in your palm
ready to erupt  
when it hits your target  
 
Because if it’s still standing
then a David you’re not  
which begs the question
to ask yourself:

Just whose side is God on