Death as vilified and exploited as it is...

Death... as vilified and exploited as it is,
Still thrills us while evading explanation.
We watch them die by hundreds on the screen,
Detached, we hardly care. Calculation,

Cold and precise, to reach the right effect,
So subtly and superbly advertised -
We choose when viewer discretion is advised,
When violence is there, we don't reject.

The graphic images attract, let's watch this one,
Someone is dead - the show has just begun,
So satiated, entertained we feel,
The breaking news... O my, that death is real!

An enemy? A tragedy? A curse?
A part of life? A final stage? A step?
Life's hard... Death brings relief or makes it worse?
Can we just dive in it or do we need some prep?

Why does it come so early? Why at all?
How can we cheat it? How to take control?
Denial, anger, pain are all that's left,
And feeling cheated, we just call it theft.

That death awaits us at the end of life
Is certain, it's beyond a shade of doubt,
We'll know what death is, if we try to find
What actually life is all about.