Mark R Slaughter

White Van Man - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

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

He needs me

And I need him

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2013

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 7, 2013

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