Death is portrayed as sorrowful,
Oh, but have you seen its majesty?
The incense of rotting flesh, and
Maggots weaving a trail of gore?
Imagine a body lying, contorted,
Ligaments torn, muscles cleaved in two.
Red splattered across a canvas of white,
A sadistic art of the modern times.
Many would turn away,
Disgusted and scared of the sight.
But I ask of you to admire,
To look closer at death.
For nothing is more beautiful than
Mortality exposed in its cruelest form.