In dead celebrities, br you could almost see death hanging br there in their eyes, br suspended like a waiting br birthday surprise br br I see it shrouded now br in photos, br films that once stared br straight through me: br how they missed the beat of their death br by seconds; br but I see it, retroactively. br br Marilyn's livid white br of death mysterious br stricken down in her prime br so that there was no time; br no time for makeup, br or mine of expressions br to take hard edges off br foreshadowed signs. br br Subcutaneous death, br awaiting eyelid's curtains br to flutter open br one last time- br whirring cameras br they won’t hear again- br br Get as close as you want to now, br you know the flash won't bother them.