CHEMO

CHEMO

THE INTRAVENOUS BOTTLE
HOLDING THE WITCH’S BREW
OF HEALING BROTH
DRIPS SLOWLY INTO THE VIAL
THEN THROUGH THE TUBING
TO A NEEDLE
STUCK IN MY CHEST

THE SUNLIGHT
CATCHES THE DROPS
AND MAKES THEM GLOW

A DESIGNER DRUG
TO KILL THE CANCER
AND LET THE GOOD CELLS ALONE

LIKE GRACE SLIDING INTO A SOUL
ERASING THE SIN
BUT LEAVING THE SINNER WHOLE

THE DOCTOR SAYS
A GOOD ATTITUDE
ACCOUNTS
FOR FIFTY PERCENT
OF THE MEDICINE’S EFFECTS

A REPENTANT HEART
OH GOD
YOU WILL NOT DESPISE

CURE ME GOD
OF THAT WHICH IS CURABLE
AND FOR THE REST
PUT A NEW
AND RIGHT SPIRIT
WITHIN ME


FRANK A VOLLMER