Till Death Do Us Part
|On death|
The search for an absolute
a universal truth
is a tale as old as time
But all we know for sure
is that when our time runs out,
we die
. . .
Mortality
The inevitable end of you and me,
is a truth we cannot deny
Unvarnished, raw, and ruthless —
our acceptance of it toothless
. . .
Hiding it away,
in the furthest recesses of our mind
Never allowing our thoughts to touch it
until forced by the hands of time
. . .
Our fear of it
immense and pervasive
yet never spoken of until we come to face it
. . .
The totality of our reality,
constantly deferred
A never-ending pursuit of the evasive
only to be revealed in our society’s day-to-dayness
. . .
Coffins and caskets
their interiors plush and ornate
with exteriors constructed from metal and steel
like luxurious protective tanks
. . .
Clinging to our flesh
even in the face of death
Dressing the departed in their Sunday’s best
with a silk and lace-lined pillow for a corpse’s head to rest
. . .
A denial of severance,
covered up as reverance
What would happen if we chose acceptance?
