Last Dance With Bella Muerte

'Twas a fatality, a casualty, they said,
Collateral damage stained in red,
"But she's in a better place today",
Met her maker, she's passed away.
They say she's late but it seems to me
She's got all the time in a dreamless eternity,
Pushing up daisies in the meadow,
She still won't wake up tomorrow.
If she is dearly departed, or free to roam,
How could she have been called home?
You say she's lost but you know she won't be found,
No longer with us, because she's underground.
Perished, expired, like spoiled goods in the store,
Crossed over, bought a one-way ticket through the door...
And if at the end of the tunnel waits a dazzling light,
Tell me, are there stars in that goodnight?

A rose by any other name still smells as sweet,
Death by any other name still hurts as deep.

Author's Note

This is about the way our society uses so many euphemisms for death. A euphemism is a term used in place of a more "offensive" or "taboo" word. Instead of simply saying "He's dead", people feel they must put a positive, more gentle spin on it. I can't stand it; I wish people would just tell it like it is rather than worry about being politically correct. The terms "fatality" and "casualty" are especially insulting, in my opinion.

"Bella Muerte" is Spanish for "Beautiful Death".

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[IAmGhost120]

Okay, I think you are my new favorite person on Writer's Cafe. You use language so well!! I love the way this poem flows, and I absolutely love the last two lines. Fantastic work.