Last Night Poem by Nelson Vincent

Last Night

Last Night it was
That the temples of history were pulled down
and rebuilt as huts

Last night it was
That the breadwinner became the dust eater

Last night it was
That water flowed and flood
Filled our hearts to full

Last night it was
That monumental mansions
could contain nothing

Last night it was
That the thief came and took away his properties

Last night it was
That the experience of grieve bound us

Last night it was
that the one never saw the other

Last night it was
That the blanket became shorter

Last night it was
That the bed was not the size of man

Last night it was
That the curriculum of darkness beclouded thinking thoughts

Last night it was
That everything was re-written

Last night,
I saw the rapture.

We remain Broken, bowed
Bored and Bitter

The writings on the wall were fulfilled
Last night.