Emmy Appleseed

I heard a fly buzz when I died
I saw the fish splash into the sky

Went to church to forgive my sins
drank the blood only to find
it was kool-aid instead

Wrote my will
read it aloud but a
buzzing fly alone in the crowd

Finished with a bow 
and turned my eyes to ground
an overture an encore
a stark realization death had me found

And with my last gasp & glance
a fly to hold my life
and my thoughts—static buzz.