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.
