After Archibald MacLeish’s The End of the World

Quite expectedly, as Unibroue
The beautiful brew co has brewed
A tripel between great and second-to-none,
And Jay the taster was engaged in drinking
The beer of Fin Du Monde while the bottle
Emptied, and Sarah was about to sip
In no-time watching Jay tilt his glass
Quite unexpectedly to view muted, liquid gold:

And there, there within, there, there under fragrant head
Those thousands of beer cells, that carbed mouthfeel,
There in the hazy brew, the nose, the flavor,
There with a lemon pepper across cloved orange,
There in the sudden swallow the high alcohol
It’s everything, everything, everything — everything and all.