The Van

The van
Took him away down the lane
And I watched him go
And quietly mourned, this
Blood kin of mine whom
I hold dear - but the
Reach of our two arms
Is not enough and
All is severed here, I am
Left bereft with no
Blood to help me on
The rougher road I
Stumble in. He smiles
And smiles, taking
Nothing seriously, and
Turns his back on me.
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