Altar For Broken Mortals

They are anguish-ruled bears
Mourning-borne turtle doves
The men thunder as wildfires
Nursing pains of circumcision
In the banquet halls of vanity
Where gluttony is enthroned
Amidst hallmark with scarcity
Like obscurities and darkness
Coupled in scary might mares
Like a soul’s missing compass
Administering a furious storm
Like the breaking atmosphere
Exhibiting horrors and terrors
In the altar for broken mortals