Elegy for Shelley: death of a blind romantic

The Jagged Word

By Joel Hess

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They found him there

Upon the shore

Upon his back

Next to some fishbones

And kelp

Eaten by the sea

With a draft of Keats

And a note from Sophocles

And the people held their breath

When they learned of Shelley’s death

The bass floated by

His helpless eyes

So purposely it seemed

Into the black,

chased by little bubbles

that couldn’t help

but

rise

But he descended

Not able to even cry

A poet’s cry

An accidental rhyme

A heroic refrain

But instead his amazed stare

Decorated the darkness there

As his buttocks slowly sank into the sand

Oh the irony

The perfect poem that he would not be able to immortalize

To give to that pretty red haired girl

Or make the widows cry

And the people held their breath

When they learned of Shelley’s death

Oh how he loved the water

When he…

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