They honoured you with a face lift today:
Behind the wired bandages
A new you was devoloping,
Heaven wanted a better view.
From a distance I hear the drills drilling,
The walls awashing,
The cracks are being covered,
The 'Danny Collins mum is a slapper'
fading from view yet not mind.
Those that live here know the score-
bleaching lifts to disguise the stench
of piss and sick, doesn't stop them
from pissing.
Picking up soggy condoms doesn't
stop them from fucking.
Placing blackened bent spoons,
blood stained needles into boxes
doesn't stop the injecting.
The face has been changed but the body is still ill.
Yet the gods wanted a better view.
(First Draft Septmeber 12th 06)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Once a high rise council block, always a high rise council block. Well-penned, Vincent, you have described these monsters as they really are. Love, Fran xx