The Job of Paradise
It is the job of Paradise
to comfort those who’ve been left behind,
to think that all those loved and lost
would live on there like tiny gods.
It is the job of mumbled prayers
to help you calm your hurts and fears.
It is the job of the long black hearse
to show we head to death from birth.
It is the job of a clean neat grave
to remind us how to live our days.
If only I could live my days till death suffice
and make Earth feel like Paradise.
from A Portable Paradise (Peepal Tree Press, 2019), © Roger Robinson 2019, used by permission of the author and the publisher.