The name

We give names to everything
From flowers to the songs we sing

The stars in the heaven
The moons of Saturn
The gas giants called Jupiter
And even our own moon, Luna.

Mother nature also gets her deal
As we label her own;
We say that animal is a tiger
That orange flapping thing is fire
Hurricanes get names of women
Even our pets need an identification

As tradition we also give names
To places, historical artifacts, roads
Even our most prized possessions;
People and sicknesses
earn their rightful place on the list.

But did it ever occur to us,
That some things don't want attention?
They don't want names,
Or labels dangling from their necks

Take our chaotic year,
Maybe it doesn't want to be called
2020, or even have a name of its own
Exactly like the other '20s from before.
It doesn't want to exist
It wants to break the norm
Before it's sibling carries the tradition.

Sometimes we don't like labels;
We're Geeks and Nerds and
Goths and Cheerleaders and Players
But we have to live with them

Just like Death had to hear her name
Time and time again