Where did it go?
It’s like it was here
and now it’s not;
I saw it but now
I don’t.

Where did it go?
Did it slip into a void
that opened under it?
Swallowed it whole;
it’s gone.

All the bricks and
mortar, the frame and
the foundation, all gone
down into nothing.
Vanished.

Once a symbol of
enduring love and
life, now *poof* just
gone from under
my feet.

A place of refuge
even of revolution;
a declaration of
advocacy, even of
resistance.

But now, I look
and it’s gone.
Like up in smoke,
or submerged into
the ground.

I was silly to think
that the wood inside
would always save it.
But they all forgot
to look.

They lost sight of
the wood for the gold,
silver, silk, and satin.
Power and prestige
blinded.

Two simple planks
of wood cannot save
those more concerned
with their own blood
turned wine.

They consumed his body
and those of the neighbor;
flesh turned into cheap
bread. And now blood runs
in streets.

So, it’s gone…
but wait! Oh, it’s here…
If you look just right,
you can see it
right there.

It didn’t go away;
it just became
like everything else
made by man and
greed.