Classic Poem

Surgeon, cut deep
Into my soul;
Put me to sleep
And make me whole.
Repair and rinse
My soiled desire;
Lance — lance the sins,
Burn them with fire.

Surgeon, cut deep
Into my heart;
As the knives creep,
Find the bad part.
Purge me of lust,
Fickleness, doubt,
And at one thrust
Take despair out.

Surgeon, cut deep
Into the place
Where we each keep
Only one face.
Cut down my pride
Close to the sod.
Dead ... Say he died
Playing with God.