4210 Improv 7

I heard a Fly buzz (465)
by Emily Dickinson
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 portions 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 –  My Improv: I heard a Fly buzz- when I died- The Stillness in the Room I felt the air freeze- in my throat- and lung a penny tomb. The retina fail- and then the rest a casket soon consume the news is truth- a child having not yet touch- the gas stove. The beans are tall-but not enough- to rise up out the soot so the baby learns nothingness while flagged- sat by the tomb.