Not Another Dead Woman as Plot Device
Sandy Longhorn
They’ve killed the female lead, again,
on the latest police procedural. Her blonde
hair fans out in a bloodied halo
against the red cobblestone and a fine rain
glosses her skin. They’ve arranged her limbs
in pinwheel fashion and tilted back
her sculpted chin to give the camera
access to a lithe, vulnerable neck, the wound
kept out of sight, alluded to as a strike
to the back of her head. Enough to end
her life but never a disfiguring blow—
her character nothing but a pawn
to up the ante of tragedies suffered
by the older, white male detective.
They are linked, of course, romantically,
and if she’d only listened, followed orders
without question, understood his deeper,
unstated plan, he’d have saved her.
Instead, he rises from his crouch
of grief, tears held back, and vengeance
ennobles his quest for the archvillain.
The showrunners know viewers tune in
in higher numbers when the damsel,
no longer in distress, is dead.
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on the latest police procedural. Her blonde
hair fans out in a bloodied halo
against the red cobblestone and a fine rain
glosses her skin. They’ve arranged her limbs
in pinwheel fashion and tilted back
her sculpted chin to give the camera
access to a lithe, vulnerable neck, the wound
kept out of sight, alluded to as a strike
to the back of her head. Enough to end
her life but never a disfiguring blow—
her character nothing but a pawn
to up the ante of tragedies suffered
by the older, white male detective.
They are linked, of course, romantically,
and if she’d only listened, followed orders
without question, understood his deeper,
unstated plan, he’d have saved her.
Instead, he rises from his crouch
of grief, tears held back, and vengeance
ennobles his quest for the archvillain.
The showrunners know viewers tune in
in higher numbers when the damsel,
no longer in distress, is dead.