Punk Poetry Double Shot #2 - The Town That Ate Its Own Heart/A Town Called Love And Die

The Town That Ate Its Own Heart By Marcus Cooke/A Town Called Live And Die By Tom Quinton


Side A "The Town That Ate Its Own Heart" By Marcus Cooke

Cold,
The dead sky beats grey
scorched with the smell
of age old rust.

Twenty years ago
This graveyard
Was empty
Now the blind eyes
Of metal corpses
sucks at my feet
Like the clenched
Teeth of a rapid dog.

Some would say
The town was already dead
Its people a collection of ghosts
And faint echos that once
Ruled this golden utopia
As it now slipped through there
Once tight grasp.

Twenty years ago
Since the "Thacher-ite" landed
Taking the life's
And livelihood
Of its inhabitants
Without ever saying sorry.

Memories are all that remain
Along with the gaunt rusted memorials
To those poisoned here
Starved,
As this town
Was forced to eat its
own heart.

This town had
killed itself
But not without
A helping hand.



Side B - A Town Called Live And Die By Tom Quinton

The red Raven floats
In the haunting ruby sky
Past the razors edge
In a Town called live and die

With backstreets of an nightmare
Street lights flicker and fade
Sterile and infertile
Where nobody gets laid

With the smell of desperation
Which lingers in the air
The main roads a cancerous vein
Which leads to nowhere

A one eyed mongrel
As dark as a night in hell
Dissolves into the shadows
where brave men fought and fell

Blood stains in the gutters
faesces fester in the street
Men and women skin and bone
Lifeless on there feet

A sinister siren
Transcends from above
Micro chipped in single lines
Devoid of freedom and love

The meat wagon in the distance
It rattles along the track
Now there crammed in like cattle
And their never coming back.