I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -


The Stillness in the Room


Was like the Stillness in the Air -


Between the Heaves of Storm -



The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -


And Breaths were gathering firm


For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -



I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away


What portion of me be


Assignable - and then it was


There interposed a Fly -



With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -


Between the light - and me -


And then the Windows failed - and then


I could not see to see -