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.
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...
