The Camera Stops

The camera snaps a shot
The bodies rise up from the floor
Like fireflies in an open jar
The bones start dancing
Rusted jewlery clanging in perfect harmony
Old trumpets and whiskey
Stained wooden floors now crisply cleaned
The smell of pine-sol
The air cool to their cheeks
The song picks up
Gruesome feet shuffling in rhythm
Faster
Faster
Faster
And....
The camera snaps another....
No more music
No more dancing
They lay on the floor
Motionless
The camera will snap no more