Welcome
Welcome to RozGoddard.com. Here’s a poem I would like to introduce myself with. I was a teenager myself once, with a fairly uncomplicated take on mortality. It’s good being around teenagers.
Crem
That autumn, I took to going back
to the crematorium, walking early morning
in the drenched grass, watching grey figures
swallow their words, look up at the watery sky
light long cigarettes.
Some teenager having no truck with grief
had written: CHOOSE LIFE on a facing wall.
Not as an afterthought, it was precise
like the signs saying: DON’T PARK HERE
or DANGEROUS DOG. It was there for information
a public service announcement, a full faced smile
across the generations.
From: Girls in the Dark, Dagger Press