by Camille Guthrie
I.
Remember when you were tutor to Nero?
You burned so hot in your linen robes
That soul patch Wayfarers and sarcastic wit
He blamed you for the Great Fire of Rome
II.
Merchant sailors tell tales of your beach body
Sing of the battle you head-banged a Kraken
With its tears, it drowned an atoll populated by Sirens
That was a sad day in Old Oceania
III.
Nine Medieval volumes dedicated to your cheekbones
Ten thousand Latin lines concern your swagger
Three out of four monks sweated over the verbs
Painstakingly transcribing your butt in bike shorts
IV.
This 10th century Byzantine encyclopedia relates
Your early training with Imperial masters
Master of kickboxing, archery, Bulgarian raiding
And sixteen arts of seduction, whew! I’m spent
V.
The Seven Sages of Greece prophesized
The Bulge of His Biceps in an 12,000-line poem
12,000 graduate students are decoding it daily
No one will survive or graduate on schedule
VI.
Neither fire nor flood nor neglect nor bookworms
Can touch the Legacy of the Moneymaker
Or misinterpret the Epic of Your Bits at this moment
I’m retranslating the original manuscript
Last updated December 21, 2022