The Word

by phillipmedhurst

 

Between the bone and marrow

Penetrates the arrow

Of your Word. And so

Salvific poison spreads.

 

Once it takes hold

All worldliness contracts

To lodge that head

Below my heart.

 

There is no antidote,

For – sweet Mercury –

The chemistry must kill

What kills, then save outright.

 

This unevaded shaft

Invades me. I must yield.

For once it has arrived,

It lives and thrives.