Elegy for Jesse Gelsinger

Immortal youth now laid to ever rest,
flesh now ash and scattered on the wind.
He gave his mortal flame as he thought best;
his gift to science, too late now to rescind.
This youth, unknown to Fortune it is true;
yet Melancholy holds no stake or claim
upon his head; for it is ours to rue
his mournful passing, courageous flame.
To Fame now goes this garland for a crown;
this laurel, the name of Jesse Gelsinger.
He's earned from us our sorrow and renown.
Upon our hearts his name must ever linger.
He was a victim of our science rushing;
the first to die: genetic engineering.