I’ll fuck you in the ass and throat,
Aurelius and Furius:
both of you tend to play the bitch.
You read my poems and labeled me—
since they’re a little titillating—
a shameless pervert, and indecent.
A poet ought to keep his life
decent, not his poetry;
it gives the poems charm and wit
if they’re a little titillating,
a little shameless, and can get
a fellow going, make him itch—
not boys (too easy!), hairy geezers
who can’t get up below the belt.
You read my poem about the kisses
and thought I wasn’t man enough?
I’ll fuck you in the ass and throat.
Chris Childers teaches Latin and Greek, and coaches squash and tennis, at St. Andrew's School in Delaware, USA (appropriately, film-site of the movie Dead Poets' Society). As translator, he is hard at work on a book of Latin and Greek Lyric Poetry from Archilochus to Martial, under contract with Penguin Classics, and has translations forthcoming from PN Review, Parnassus, Arion, and others. In 2013 he was a finalist for the Ruth Lilly fellowship from the Poetry Foundation.