Dance of Life

Darkness on the stage everyone and everything in its place; The show is about to begin. In the center stage Henrietta Lacks danced... her long thin face... flashing a seductive grin as she moved... she tilted her head back and raised her hands, waving them softly in the air before letting them fall to smooth her curlers...3 smooth and radiant with red fire she is beautiful, always has been, every part of her being (literally)- even down to silver, pearly matter in a beautifully ironic way, that would consume her and slowly take her life away; she fades to black, then does the stage lights. Her solo is over, yet not exactly; it's about to begin. What was once thought to be darkness is no more; a flicker of lighting still resides turning into a bolt turning into a shine then a glow the dance of Life is no longer for Henrietta Lacks yet the dance remains? How could that be? The show is over the dance concludes the audience rises to exit the theater after a well-deserved round of applause but the music still plays and the tap-tap of dance steps can be heard on stage but there's not a foot to be found. the dance of HeLa continues they're all dancing out there- somewhere along the line they're still on the stage, somewhere, I'm sure- very broad and wide. the curtains has by no means gone down on them and the music plays on... 'they're beautiful' beautiful and otherworldly glowing...moving like water calm and ethereal looking precisely like heavenly bodies might look- they could even float through the air. Encores are thrown onto the stage by booming voices the audience is manic the light is blaring, but isn't the same light as before it is the light of a projector blasted upon a concrete wall of a research lab; the audience, all donned in white coats and stethoscopes overworked and overwhelmed of finding the promise of immortality the perpetual dance of life; they're hoping the encore will never end and that the secret is found in its dance steps yet they haven't caught the rhythm. Once the rhythm is found all will be free to dance further than the edges of the stage. I know the cause(s) of tides... hurricanes but I can't stop them. I know the current causes of death and even if I can prevent some of the current causes of death, I cannot stop death; it's here to stay. All flesh is as the grass. What once had consumed Henrietta had now consumed the thought of all their minds. As if the dance of her remains overshadowed her own being (thus repeating its history). No one had remembered that Henrietta had ever stepped onto the stage.