The Van Poem by James McLain

many of us
left in the back of a van
many
were done right here.

with a state tag
on it.
florida slim jims.

being
forced into
white sand
meaninglessness
breath.

knowing now
that life is so short
smaller trees being
cut down.

Only white people
do it.
speeding on past
in lost speach
the black
north pole.

the wet moss
warm humid leaves.
getting to the
bottom of it.

green long sharp bamboo
at our expense
their must be a large market
for us all.