Yesterday Winked…Today Cried

Yesterday winked into a sultry tomorrow,

Yet few seemed to take notice

As vultures perched on high surveyed the carrion of man’s sorrow.

For as yesterday winked, charred flesh fell from bone.

 Today cried aloud without hope for the blood of ages,

And the horror of war called more innocents home.

Destiny quickened is revealed by the dust of a broken land

Raging culminations set forth in motion by the self hatred of man.

For he numbers not in wisdom the days that were once before

and he tallies not his fleeting tomorrows in the eclipse unspeakable of war.

With yesterday gone and tomorrow consumed by the night,

the revelations of man’s true sorrows will soon be brought to light.

So listen, look and understand…

the writing is on the wall and soon comes the son of man.

 J. Allen Wilson © Eight 2006