Poem: Transfusion

Would you be free from the burden of sin? There's power in the blood, power in the blood!

Transfusion

Lord, you know my blood,
That venial viruses
And venoms mortiferous
Through my veins’ flow flood.

O drain and replace me quick,
Before the bomb of my heart
In grinding work bursts
And stops its tock-a-tick!

You know the paths of my heart,
My capillaries are counted,
My arteries thoroughly mapped.
You laid each cell by your art.

My face is flushless, it palls,
The tunnels tightened
By sick thick sin.
O flush my inner walls

And wash me, Lord, inside.
Bathe my innards in blood,
Iron and hearty and hale,
While I lay where I have died.

Once the transfusion takes
And I that am dead come forth
(for the blood is in the life),
Teach me to die, again, for all our sakes.

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