The Moving Men

A white head with white wings plastered to the side of a black van.
It was a fifteen passenger, those mammoths that try to pass themselves off
for civilian vehicles. A bible verse made into a pun on the side of the van,
viciously stripped of its holy rights, plastered a slogan of speed and efficiency.
The Better Way Movers came to turn the house upside down.
Anyone else would have thought they were robbing us in the name of divine justice.
In all rights, they probably did, we just don't know over the heaps of boxes
and scrap metal left over from father's computer experiments and my brothers old car,
whose heaping carcass still sprawls at the end of the driveway.
We would never know if they took one thing, or if there was a thing worth taking.
Either way, I thought the tall one was pretty good looking, if he were ten years younger.
He winked at me.