The last postman on Earth,
en route in the City of Serpents,
the balance of his mind disturbed,
the mail sack getting lighter and lighter.
And his breaths shorter.
The one bitten by the black dog.
The one with a dead letter,
a trail of rubber bands and twine
leading to Mrs. Lundquist’s house,
her front gate squeaking.
The last letter in the world,
but the address smeared in the rain,
in the sleet, in the dark of night.
Which arrived sooner than expected.
Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, came to poetry late but has enjoyed a large number of publications in the past 10 years, recently gaining airplay for his poems and songs in the U.K., Australia and the U.S.A. The So-Called Sonnets, is his first book, which this audio poem is an excerpt from. More information can be found on his website: bpmcrae.com.