Crumbs

Our language of picking up pieces is poor.
The culture of deficit, once hanging on 
Easy comparison of heaven and earth,
Has dragged in to undermine all that we know.

Think how our language defines us. 
Corporates are 'giants' and global is good, 
Exalted as gods in the new scheme of scarcity, 
Vying for pole point in day trading games.  

And we are left with crumbs.
Crumbs of satisfaction, of peace, of delight.
Crumbs to follow home in the dark-lidded forest.
Nursing our shortfalls (losses?) as night claims the day.