Hunger Prayer

Needing

brute sound

peels out a chorus of pig snouts

each hair on their nostrils       quivering

three more shoulder up to the trough

knowing its time

Dark

and burning

with patience the spiders

wait

for meat to come wandering on wings

seeking slop pile gluttony

but caught

Custom

to bow

the head before a meal

but sometimes

saliva stings

so fast beneath your tongue

it is prayer enough