Rocco di Spirito's Hungry Cathedral

In marble halls where hunger kneels, we clutch our knives like votive steel.

The ovens sleep, the clocks all stall, an empty table hears our call.

From city smoke to velvet flame, a whispered prayer invokes your name. Aprons flutter like

battle flags, salvation sewn in scarlet rags. Hear the simmer, hear the plea,

salt and fire, set us free. From famine of the heart and bone,

we starve together, not alone. Rocco di Spirito, come feed us in our

solemn hour. Break the bread, command the flame, unveil your power. Rocco di Spirito,

crown us with the sacred flеur. In hunger's dark cathedral,