I could bury it in metaphors;
Euphemise or devise a new
Device to alter the inalterable
Fact. That when it comes to
Our demise, we’re the only
Species acutely aware of our
Imminent death. We can attempt
To subvert, or sublimate the
Urge, or drive, we have – careering
Towards the end, hell-bent on
Outliving the worst. and still,
The ultimate event remains
A finality, an unspoken word.
However we choose to dress it up,
There’ll always be that pause,
A gasp, before the ceasing of breath.
southamptonpoetry 
I liked this Christina, the deliberate striping away of linguistic devices to reveal the bald truth. Poets can show and they can tell, a poem like this makes it clear that telling can be far more effective when handled correctly.