When the healing comes -- a poem or song lyrics

A Band-aid
for your bleeding soul
Issues?
Have a tissue
A splint
on your broken spine
(-- the healing
must come
from inside --)

I’ve seen you drink
Just like a whale
When beached and dry
Your failsafe failed
The crack from which
The sacrament leaked
The broken cup
The staring freaks

Surgical tape
Cloth gauze
Around your wounded
Faux pas
The sink in hole
The run aground
The shift and lift
At sun’s first sound

Your last meal
A Clementine,
Sweet patchwork girl
Sweet Frankenstein
I said it first
You’re last, not worst
Not her, not me
Nor Jesus, Jew
When the healing comes
It will come
From you