Love And Pain Poem by Mark Heathcote

Black-train bearing down, thunder on the line
"Whistle! " 'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
A hangman's noose snaps dead in its whine,
"Whistle" "Whistles…! "
'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
Now a woman's pounding on the floor in childbirth,
"Cries out…"
Hand clenched praying this isn't just another stillbirth
"Cries out…" "Cries out…! "
'Woooh..! Wooooh..! ' 'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
No pain relief, no pageantry of midwives or doctors
"Cries out…! Cries out…! ! 'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
God have mercy! Turn my contractions into murmurs.
"Cries out…! Cries out…! ! 'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
Black-train bearing down, thunder on the line
"Whistles…" 'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
An echo of a disaster - wails with unabated resign.
"Whistles…" "Whistle""Cries - cry out…! "
Love and pain, love and pain it's all been predefined.
"Cries out…" "Cries out…"'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
Black-train bearing down, thunder on the line
Love and pain, love and pain it's all been consigned.
"Whistles" "Whistle…! " "Whistle…! "
'Woooh..! Wooooh..! '
Your souls the ticket, it's been undersigned.