Monday, November 4, 2013

Is there any candy left?


Man doth not live by breadcrumbs alone
nor woman neither. Yet without those crumbs
the two little children may be lost
forever in the unenchanting forest

where ravenous birds consume the crumbs
as fast as they fall from the children's trembling
fingers—going home is not an option—
nothing but the forest, the witch, and the oven.

But why do birds who raven over crumbs
not eat the witch's gingerbread house,
not eat the roof, the walls, the sugar-frosted
windows, unless because they know that sweets

are poison; cake crumbs, poison; frosting, poison;
gingerbread and window candy, poison.

by Lee Warner Brooks
in volume 2 issue 2

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