I heard a Fly buz 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