The Postman

The postman is a titan
He strides across the streets
He carries the desires of man
There is an earth beneath his feet
It prays for his return
To understand to learn


The postman is a titan
A murder of crows flies ahead
The clouds watch his trade
Letters end up dead
He patters he does not walk
He does not talk


The postman is a titan
God passes him a line
He leaves from 37
He synthesises purity
He carries with him cruelty
His crime
He reaches out to God with hate
He arrives at number 38


The postman is a titan
He walks beneath the willows
He accepts the generous shade
And then he stirs and starts to grow
He crushes the changeling
And the birds begin to sing


The postman is a titan
And the sun comes back round
He shunts up the gravel
But he doesn't make a sound
And he pushes through the efforts
of man to the roars of cars and children
Above the gassy pipes of London
Below the grassy knolls of heaven
He's on his way again
He's off around the bend