Emily Dickinson: 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--

        --Emily Dickinson (1830- 1886)