CATULLUS
Brother
Multas per gentes
. . .
frater
CATULLUS
Driven through people and people and places
I am come to this terrible service brother
so I might give you your last gift
the death gift
might talk to your ashes might listen in vain for their voice
Since your life took you from me
seized you
unjust
brother
misery took you from me
now
as we were taught by our parents
here
I offer my last gift
a death gift
take it wrapped only in brotherly tears
and always
my brother now I have found you farewell
JAMES LAUGHLIN
The Gods
Translated from the Latin
by
Marcia Karp
The Aphorisms
Books V, VI
&
VII
HIPPOCRATES
are diseased It's pandemic. All
that mead they've been drinking
night and day up there on Olympus.
It has sickened their bodies to
the point of putrefaction, and
turned their minds into cesspools.
They've forgotten their responsi–
bilities for us earthlings. Our
