text poem

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Text + Image Poem

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