Saint Blixatomy

Beneath your yellow fat sack

Let the cool earth breathe

A Kibble Prayer. Your claws

Scrape a day across our arms.

Be near us in a sick expanse.

Be fever. Beside us, be a fulsome

Orange light of hazard. And Go.

Blixatomy, occupy us as a shadow.

Let us be hungry, the Holy

Machine of digestion purr.