If a path to the Gingerbread House <br />could be established by breaking crumbs <br />off its edifice and sprinkling them <br />so as to find what lies behind us <br /> <br />across the featureless fairytale <br />void of childhood: yet how very quick <br />that trick wears out when the story's track <br />takes hold, takes toll, a far-older trail <br /> <br />prevails, we're forced to give up this lost <br />cause; and the fact is that every last <br />morsel was gone long before the you <br /> <br />or I might totter our way back here <br />to try to dissuade all these other <br />Hansel-Gretels hollering in queue.<br /><br />Bill Knott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hunger/
