Pointing Bone

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
Sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone