@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Credat Iudaeus Apella

I audit records of Rome's revenues;

I tally each provincial tax's sums

Those numbers keep the emperor's conceit

alive---they say he has a memory

for figures.  I sojourn in Galilee

among Gentiles, Samaritans, and Jews.

And Jonah, beautiful in bloom of youth,

accepted my affections as his lover;

neither of us ashamed to tell the truth

of our desires, and how they orient.

His long hair, slender frame, and grass-stained feet

bestir my heart, and bring me to the heat

of passion.  Most of all I love his smile---

shy and sincere, and wholly without guile.

The prejudice that haters like to vent

will someday fall to silence, stricken dumb;

to be banished into a spiritual slum,

a cesspool of gross amorality,

a fit dump for their heinous perfidy.

Meanwhile, we have sweet pleasures to discover.

Now, first time in my life I am content;

as, toward this old soul, Jonah, sweetly, comes.


Starward

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

The title is derived from Horace's Satires, I:5. 


The fourth and fifth lines allude to the Emperor Tiberius who, they tell me, knew the exact balances of each province's collected tax contribution.


Some months ago, I enjoyed a brief correspondence with a young man named Jonah, who evinced some interest in my Ad Astra poems; in gratitude, I wrote this poem for him, giving his name to the tax auditor's friend.  The speaker of the poem is, of course, fictive.

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