Jesus and the Holocaust supplementary
material for Session 5
The Dying of the Light
I HEARD a fly buzz when I died
I HEARD a fly buzz when I died;
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,—and then
There interposed a fly,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.
and the Holocaust