I’m not the van I used to be:
Beneath a grind of hypertension
I’m nothing more than
Muscle on a shoulder
Rings threading thro’ his flesh
Upon the lack of sun and regulation
But
He needs me
And I need him
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013
Mark R Slaughter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-van-man/
