The Home

by Jerry Ratch


They take her cookies

they take her Coke

they take her Kleenex

the whole box

not the used ones

They take, they steal



They'd take the brain

out of an ox

if they could

Diamonds they steal

bars of soap

as long as they're not



They take the pens

she would write with

Now there's no more


with the outside

Eh, what's the use?


Food they steal

tufts of wool

fallen off the lamb

They steal the shadow

from under stones

the cool breath

off the face of the sky

They take the time

right off the clocks

and don't ask

how or if or why