I heard a Fly buzz—when I died—

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—