To The Wind

	I saw God in death through you
	Most things we'll never know
	The darkest water runs in
	The feasting cancerous
	The questions burn in cages
	Of a masterless life of disease
	All that feel the warning see to will its steeds
	Of black to cut us down
	Of white to light our sound
	Of red to burn and drown
	And grey to spread like ash to the ground