Philosophical

Six vultures on six black posts are perched 
Rain brings no delay to the feed, 
For meaning and sense many have searched, 
The war between worlds satisfies a need. 
 
The rain may wash away some sins 
While drowning those who could not fight, 
The surging tide that swells and spins 
Forgives none and set no souls to flight. 
 
Show us the way the water flows 
And see the dead all rising still, 
When death shall stop nobody knows 
The tide shall turn and crush at will. 
 
The birds of prey circle above 
Behold the bounty and the feast, 
The vultures dine in our love 
The love that flows from our beast.

Cleansing