Silence On Market Street
Everything is still,
Everything is virtually quiet on market street
I walked slowly down the street
listening to a silent song singing from a distance land
Then suddenly a strange stench oozing from the Chinese wholesale
Store disrupt the rythm that was playing on the other side.
As the excelsior delivery van opened door to
drop off some goods, the stench ftom the Chinese store
starts spreading all over the sky
And the vultures are standing by getting ready to
have their afternoon supper in the sky
Suddenly five woman dogs and four male dogs
starts parading in the middle of the street wagging
Their tales around and carrying a message that is very concrete
They walk around the litter sniffing and growling
and communicating with each other as if they have
found the answer.Empty stalls lay bare but you could hear the screaming
and shouting of the higglers with present voices and
absent bodies.I could still picture the brawling man with
under the big colorful umbrella and his pushcart laden
with food and vegetables white yam, yellow yam
irish potatoes, onion, garlic and tomato and carrot
piled up on his stall.And he standing around with his
fiesty look as he beckon to the people to buy something
to cook, he was not physically standing there but his
presence was floating in the air.There is still bits and
pieces of trash lying on the street and the badly
constructed businesses staring at you on the
empty, dry and reserved market street,.
Just a day ago prople were hustling and bustling
Excitement filled the air as people ran out of money
Leaving their pockets empty and bare.Reality is finally
Setting in as everyone is getting ready to pay for their sins
Everything is closed but the dogs are shouting
with a spirit that is echoing loud and the meaning
cannot be found or measured in the crown.
A dollar or a dime, a shilling or a pence, I have
made my profit and I am going to heaven.
Soldiers are parading through the street
with long guns strapped to their backs
They looked tired drained and hungry and
They too cannot understand the prophecy
Old cars moving up and down their drivers
are looking for something to eat, they don't
know where they are bound but they kept
driving around the town.Everything is
Still on market street and a new
chapter in the life of the town is about to begin
A town once rocked with misery will finally
Have a new begining as it has paid double for its sins
The market is empty and bare and the prople
are finally listening.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020
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