The fourth man

The fourth  man
walks wisely out on to the hill
looking west for directions 

But being this far north
he remains lost in both space and time,
planets or stars hidden
behind the clouds and houses

Yes, there is a scarlet gash across the horizon, 
blood on black velvet:
it is the longest night

Blood can mean birth or death,
defeat or victory:
gifts make little difference

There is sickness in the air:
it begins to rain