Breadcrumbs
Did Hansel know we’d judge him so?
Did he think his actions wise,
Or just an act of desperation?
These are weighty matters
With my dates & ham,
Olives salty, fruit sweet,
Lemonade, a little too frozen.
But the Bread!!
So good that we never
Bothered to take it
From its baking pan.
We just scooped it out
In chunks and slices
Slathered with hot butter
And drowned it in honey.
Beginning as a boxed
Gift from fellow lovers
And baked with
Goodness and Guinness .
Now, little remains in the
Tin in which it was made,
Except a minor slice
And corners full of crumbles.
So many crumbs,
Hansel would see it
As an embarrassment
Of riches!
Each tiny nugget
A marvel of fermentation,
Yeast cheerfully consuming and converting
Sugar to CO2 & EtOH.
Irreversible acts
Merging disperate
Components into
Pleasing perfection.
Tiny solar systems
Of delight.
Atoms orbit their
Heavenly bodies
Making me:
G A L A C T U S
Eater of worlds!
Or
As I know it: Breakfast.
Maybe next time,
Hansel will just stay home.
Discuss...
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