Death is never pretty
We prop up our dead
In pretty clothes
Flowers and artifacts
A favorite book
A crushed knick knack
Trying to make order
To put on a good face for death
But death has no pretty face
It is cold and dark
Brittle and hard
And it takes our breath away
Feels like someone reaches into our chest and squeezes our hearts
Hard
But this is the earth
Where there is a time to be born and a time to die
Death is not pretty
The after life is something else
it's beautiful
and peaceful
But death is not pretty
Artsy Wanderer 