Yiou touched my heart,delivering my parcels
Thin black man from Trinidad
Not smug and conceited in a grey suit
Still polite because your ancestors were slaves
Who could be kicked or even killed
Yet in you it seems a virtue
Creating space for grace
Or for evil.
I’d like to hold your arm and talk
But you’re running off
More deliveries
Good you have a job
Hope all goes well for you
Smiling face like God on day release
From power
Sin
Blindness