10-01-2016, 11:50 PM
Ode to a Barrel
How loud, how loud! Distant cracks
disturb the early drunkard's rest, and crowds
spill out, heads hot with love. How the New Year
foreshadows the folly of children!
the widow thinks, watching
longitudes away. She swats
temptation oozing out of the mug
beside her -- regrets? It is mercy
that lulled her children to sleep,
not wrath. The age of the purest drink
arrives -- soon, the Master Brewer
shall roast the malt, drown the land,
and how much louder a bomb that should be!
How loud, how loud! Distant cracks
disturb the early drunkard's rest, and crowds
spill out, heads hot with love. How the New Year
foreshadows the folly of children!
the widow thinks, watching
longitudes away. She swats
temptation oozing out of the mug
beside her -- regrets? It is mercy
that lulled her children to sleep,
not wrath. The age of the purest drink
arrives -- soon, the Master Brewer
shall roast the malt, drown the land,
and how much louder a bomb that should be!