Those pissy professors? Those little dick-
Less wonders? Prissy boys! I was riding
Waves at ten years old: Smart and strong and quick
When they were dressing girly dolls, diddling
Themselves. Yes, of course. I have read as you
Have read the priggish slights and fawning lies.
So what? We both were there. We know what’s true
And what is not—the little snots. And I
Have seen what they will never see. And I
Have been where they will never be. Go! Cry
Your tiny tears and blow your nose. Go! Whine
In words that rot and fade away. See? My
Deeds shall live until the world is old;
My name will live as long as names are told.

[Christopher Columbus (circa, October 31, 1451 – May 20, 1506)]

Michael Curtis is a classical sculptor, painter, and architect who lives in Alexandria, Virginia. His verses have been published in Candelabrum, Blue Unicorn, The New Formalist, The Lyric, American Arts Quarterly, Amphora, Pivot, and many other journals. His translation of Afrikaans verse, “Land of Sunlight and Stars” will be published in 2012.