Henry’s Elegy for Jim Beginning with A Line
From A Beatles’ Song

He blew his mind out in a car,
his poetry was strewn
all over the highway,

his poetry moaned and groaned
and loaned and phoned,
did time like raul salinas in the mind jail.

The soil itself in old Missouri
seemed to be in a hurry,
a crack in the New Madrid fault slipped

and the earth shook, the tsunami rose
and his poetry floated away,
reclaimed by those of us who knew him.