from the fury pit, a reek of misery

like a trumpet groan, tornado moan

the splendor splits like a golden skin

he and the wizards cry like hummingbirds

in treasure glows, your weeping wings

and a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike

when held on high by the riverside

like a torn-throat child

in a jackals hide

cool water dies, vile diamond eyes

silent in flamingo ease

distant in troubled trance

within a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs

the tears of the moon

the sweat of the sun

sacraficial hearts for a pointing bone



with a gorgons head and a coal of skulls

they're kindling fires in open wounds

pointing bone

in a jaguar skin, blood matted mane

beacons blaze toward a waning moon