I’m messing around here with old Anglo-Saxon forms, hence all the alliteration and the accentual metre. Make of it what you will.
Come, angel-like, cure and cripple,
Bless and break me with benedictions.
Utter not, but tear with teeth,
Furrow with finger my failing flesh.
Ink and iterate, inscribe in blood
The cut covenants of our communion.
Hand to hip and heel to head,
Nullify, negate, make new my name.