I Heard No Fly Buzz


I heard no fly buzz when I died
glimpsed no King
the steady hum of rubber rounding pavement
as final serenade

No blue
I’m certain on this point
things seemed to go quite black
not a celeste or sapphire or azure shade

As to failing windows
I saw none of those at all
just me and gravel and thorns and grass
as the light began to fade

My keepsakes stripped with clothes and name
I had nothing to bequeath
after stumbling, buzzed in alleyway
on this roadside I’ve been roughly and finally laid


©Julie Ayers

April 2012 – NaPoWriMo 9


About Julie Ayers

Seasoned apocaloptimist, keen admirer of well-placed words, fierce mama bear of extra special children, black belt hugger, and advocate for a fashion rebellion which elevates the most human of hearts to socially acceptable outerwear.

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