Fine
brother. Billy-boy
The
shadow over you is
gentle,
But so
huge.
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.