[after 1 Samuel 17]
What bloody sacrifice shall I now render
to those great gods of mine who gave me strength
of body (and presumably good length
of future days to pass in epic splendor)?
But who is this that I see drawing near?---
not cringing nor trembling with craven fear;
an adolescent; long-haired, barefoot; slender
of limbs and delicate of frame.
What did you say; what? David is his name?
And that he loves---say it!---another boy;
love, without inhibition, guilt, or shame?
Such love does not exist: a pleasant ploy
at best. So comes to battle me, a queer?---
harp-plucker, poem-composer; but a faggot!
I will crush him for what he is: a maggot.