Stealing

You took them away from me.
You took my clothes.
You took my soul.
You took my last stick of sugared gum.
You took my golden staff.
Bring them back.
Bring them back.
I do not want to search
for you in the reeds.
This is no new Nile.
This is a golden cesspool,
a drainage of many dead souls.
I hear your scornful singing
that you stole my things.
I cannot locate you.
You skipped into the desert.
Gone. My things are gone.
You took my clothes, my soul,
my gum, my golden staff.
I stand and look.
I stand and look.