The Company We Keep

I heard a fly buzz when I died;

The stillness round my form

Was like the stillness in the air,

Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,

And breaths were gathering sure

For that last onset, when the king

Be witnessed his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away

What portion of me I

Could make assignable, -and then

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.

-Emily Dickinson