Your brother, soft-spoken.
Success on his generous lips,
Is a kiss.

He's leaning over you
To plant the gift he bears
So softly

He'd kiss your brow.
But with your calloused knuckles
You meet him.

Dear Billy. Pour me one.
Serve me some hospitality.
Frosty cold

Bitter hops and barley...
milk from mother America.
Billy beer

Stand up tall
above your fragrant, flat feet.
And know it

You are like me
And younger siblings everywhere.
Little brother.