My Uncle's old blue van br our delighted childhood br br transported from train to farm br creator of our Summer br br holiday br br as magical as anything br could have been br br to our open br innocent minds br br lies forgotten br & forgetting br br behind the barn br rusting in rain br br stung by sun br in summers come & gone br br an orange rust br delicate as lace br br chewing like cancer br into its solid blue body. br br A chicken drives it now br perched upon its steering wheel br br going nowhere br fast br br clucking'' Get outta de way! ' br br Rotted rubber br still clinging to the wheels br br like flesh br leaving bone br br protected by gangs br of highly strung nettles br br ravished by weeds br & overgrown trees br br me & some newly laid eggs br jostled together in the passenger seat br br a cockerel crowing br he has all the back seat br br the windshield br flecked with years br br of flattened flies br a multitude of squashed bugs br br as we speed br into the past br br meeting my own ghost br with tears in my eyes.