Ben Bransfield


My wheels burn against the dead
road. 6am tranquillity. Here
comes the Royal Mail,
the standard-bearer
of good news,

Christopher St. Maria Ave. Backward
holy places. 1, 3, 5, 7, 9: cross
over. Letterboxes gag on
tax bills. The filth up

Mrs. A. Gainam waits for her paper.
Her barking bitch waits for me.
I wait for a promotion. Nice.
Tenerife. Postcodes on
postcards next time

We don’t steal shampoo samples
out of spite. First Class failure.
A weary face smears off
brass as I shift odds

Not many letters of my own these days.
I’m a postman. The postman.
PostMan. It’s a job. To live.
To post the world
away. Could
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Ben Bransfield was born in Shropshire in 1987 and now lives in London, where he works as a teacher. He read English at Oxford, and received an MA from the Shakespeare Institute. His poems have appeared in many publications and have been placed in Wenlock and Peterloo competitions. He was named a Teacher Trailblazer by the Poetry Society in 2015.