poem 2 in progress

linked, hand to hand across the street
you steer your eyes in fear
that, is where the white van lurks
we're both exposed

what's there to fear I ask, you
drift in a distant zone, how
you surrender before you've even fought
this horror before you lives beyond

me, look, let you be snatched will I?
my power's quiet, beyond you, within me
keep faith, and watch, me, confront it,
white van, bring it

insurmountable, hopeless, all in vain,
you know more than me -- sadness.
even so we ought together stand
linked, hand to hand, embrace tragedy