Peter and Paul

A statue I saw in Montreal
of Peter and Paul
clung to the basilica wall.

They grew like a tree 
of tightly grained wood
the one body flowed up 
then became two heads 
Peter with a crown of tight curls
Paul balding with a prominent forehead. 

Two heads on one body:
fisherman and artisan 
rural roughneck and urban sophisticate.
One bound in Rome, bishop and teacher, 
the other, bandy-legged itinerant preacher.

Two forever bonded in one body.  
The charismatic Paul compelled to go out 
but held in constant orbit
around the eminent center 
rooted in the ground of all being. 

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