Breadcrumbs

Breadcrumbs

Your crumbs

Shape twisted trails

To illusive safety,

False promises

Of pathways home

Your crumbs,

Settlements sprinkled

Like pixie dust

Disappearing your sins

And our voices

Your crumbs,

The pledged plenty

Of heavenly manna

Turned rancid rain

If we dare take ‘too much’

Your crumbs,

The baked benevolence

Of a pseudo-saviour

Preserved with additives

We can't metabolise

Your crumbs

Sustain starvation,

Feeding forgetting 

Of recipes

Of histories

Of identities

Of capabilities

Why should we

Accept your crumbs

When we hold

The secrets

Of rēwena?

You can keep your crumbs

But give us back our bakery

© Aryan McKay 2020

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