Hóstia

Those left leaning against the bar
They stayed there working
In the still air
No gunshots, no loud noise
Screw it, people, bugs, I don’t care
Eyes like needles

Human cats are lurking
Crying spoiled, my food
Human cats are lurking
Crying spoiled, my food

I wouldn’t share with any animal
My Sunday plate, the roasted meat
That’s the main thing
Even a classy bum on the street
Pretty or ugly plate, my shack, my pain

My shield, my shield is my host
My shield, my shield is my host
My shield, my shield is my host
My shield, my shield is my host

I felt childlike protection
But I stayed scared
Cornered in a hyena situation
I’m not cheap meat
Retail imagining a piece of wholesale
What a shame