Grave Soot You Saved

Grave soot you saved,
while others washed away.
A mask you made,
from ashes and clay.

You hid from the light,
strayed from the way,
masquerading in night,
you evaded the day.

Bewildered and tossed,
unknown to your plight.
Sailing hopeless and lost,
at sea with your blight.

Man is not mask.
Man is not grave.
Man is not God.
A mask cannot save.