We want to make it real

In the third part of the unknown Play
The lost beginning in the  mire just past
We act as if we’re real just for today

We seem to know  what we don’t  need to say
To leave old Auntie cackling at her post
In the third act of this rolling Play

She says she’s ready, now she airs a prayer
The actor paralysed, she ‘d gutted loss
The bones were real, the flesh was laid out bare

Acting badly adds a special  glare
The gap between the face and  candy floss
In the third act of this wooden Play

Here’s her winter coat, it’s coal pit grey
The actress holds the knife, the cruci-cross
We act as if we’re  here occasionally

Will there be an end, a deepening frost
One by one the actors are each lost
In the third part of the unknown Play
Everyone will die eternally