To Percy Bysshe Shelley(1792-1822)

From the bottom of the same sea

which took your life,

carried your body in its bosom

to that shore where

everything but your heart burned -

from the bottom of the Mediterranean,

a sight worthy of your Ozymandias:

Twelve meters in height,

fifteen tons in weight,

a Mesolithic monument

that sank with the island it stood on

nine thousands and three hundred years ago.

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away. 

From beyond memory,

the sole monument

to people whose world

in its watery grave sleeps.

08.08.2015