Beautifying Death

The pall on the casket was beautiful;
clean white linen bordered with black.
My eyes were fixed upon
its pristine beauty;
a beauty that denied the
ugliness of death,
the body inside composed and
altered to appear as though asleep–
the disintegration delayed
so that we who dare not face
decomposition and decay
may feel safe.
But it does not stop
just because we cover it
with rouge and flowers and
clean white linen.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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