The owl said the market has closed

 The owl said the market has closed

The market has closed

So said the owl to the vulture

But the vulture could not understand it

There will be no carcass 

Left on the hilly trails

And no entrails in the butchers shop

The market has closed

So said the owl again

But the vulture could not fathom it

There will be no leftovers

Left by the gutters

And no old soup dumped by the maids

There will be no more sacrifices

Placed in the market centre

Nothing for the spirits to fight over

The market has closed

So said the owl with sadness

But the vulture couldn't comprehend it

No more hagglers staying out late

No fried pork enticing the flush

There will be no full stomachs

And no leftovers

Nothing to remind anyone

Of the rewards of toil

The market has closed,

Said the sad owl flying away

But the vulture still can't believe it. 

Vote for me

Vote for me

Vote for me

I asked the wall

I have repainted you

And put a crown of razor wire on your crown

I have strengthened your foundations 

And guarded you from attacks

Vote for me , I insist

I have uprooted the trees

That may fall on you

Though men eat their fruits

And sleep in their shade

Vote for me

I begged the wall

I have cleared the path

Around your base

Uprooted the shrubs and the grass

Though the sheep feed on them

And the goats browse on them

But the grounds have to be kept

And paths cleared for the soldiers

To parade on

Vote for me

I plead with the wall

I have replaced the bricks with granite blocks

I have polished it to reflect the sun

Now you are a monument to greatness

Vote for me

I pound on this wall

Asking for a nod or even a cough

Look at the history, I say

Which wall has won better awards

Or enriched more contractors

Or uprooted more helpless men

Vote for me

I say

I have cut the ribbon with a golden knife

And removed the veil 

From the stone plaque

And from the sphinx with my face on it

I inscribed the adulations in gold

And decorated your frontage

So now,

Vote for me

I ask this wall. 

Cometh the man, cometh the rain

 Cometh the man, cometh the rain

Cometh the rain, cometh the man

In a race down the street

Seeking the bosom

Of a loved one spread out and waiting

Expecting the salve

Of wet cold splashes

Slashing through the rainbow

Of many suns and many moons

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain

In a race down the soil

Seeking the seeds that were once dead

And then whetting the thirst

To thrust out and seek again

The searing birth of the days

After the rainbow

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain

To meet down the close

Where the streets end 

and the concrete starts to mould 

Where time comes to sleep

In the stupor inducing splatter 

On abandoned roof tops

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain

Relieving the clouds

Pregnant with precipitation 

And spreading randomness amongst the young ones

Turning the eaves to showers

Cometh the man, Cometh the rain