The Last Waltz

The body flinches and twitches
without respect the music played,
but it’s a ballet just the same,
where the embalmer alone
tries to take the feel
of the dancer that was inside
make it preserved on his table,
let it remain an eternal pose,
forever expressed by his talent
because he sees all those corpses
as lives that deserve to keep on
being composed of their steps.

So when they convulse
during that post mortem
to him it is a delicate movement
instead of something eerie
and he cherishes a chance
to mold it into an expression
that somehow conveys
what made the life dance
before the heart stopped beating.