The racket.
It's as if the real thing your own absence
can never be uncovered.
Each actor's face seems to have survived the same brave battle
to remain in character.
Their posed on the rubble used to indicate the past.
It turns out this is heaven.
In the present, cancer sets up a free market in your gut.
The fog lifts, and the birds start in,
each works to replace itself with a bit of racket.