Untitled by Bryant McGill

``` Someone took all the stars out of the sky They took the moon and all its light They took the good things; the bad things too Then from the well; the last water they drew They took the color from all the flowers We loved to look at for hours and hours They took all the ART from every wall They took both places— to stand or fall They took things we never knew existed They took what was straight and bent and twisted They took the small things, and the large things too They took all the lies; but also, the truths… They took our good deeds and our sins And all the hiding places deep within They took our steady loving stare And left our full hands empty and bare They took every simple thing we treasure And they took the rulers by which to measure, such loss… They took the smiles from a million faces And put a question in all the sacred places… There is nothing left, neither low nor high They even took the proper words to say, “goodbye.” ```