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Brewed in an Abbey Near Antwerp

     by

      Richard S. Ellis

 

The beer danced on my tongue. 

But the mussels were rancid.

Their jagged hook of nausea

yanked me from sleep.

After a few hours it passed.

 

The beer, brewed in an abbey near Antwerp,

danced on my tongue like light on ice.

But the mussels were rancid.

Their jagged hook of nausea yanked me from sleep.

I lay in bed.  My wife read to me from The New York Times.

After a few hours it passed.

 

The beer, brewed in an abbey near Antwerp

that harbored 3 Jews and a Communist during the war,

danced on my tongue like light on the ice thawing from my window.

But the mussels were rancid.

Their jagged hook of nausea yanked me from sleep.

As I crouched over the toilet bowl puking,

my wife held my hand and stroked the back of my head.

I lay in bed.  She read to me from The New York Times.

After a few hours it passed.

 

That afternoon, just before the movie began,

a man wheelchaired into the theatre

a woman, all bones, no hair, coughing.

His mother or his wife - it was too dark to see.

He lifted the woman, her arms clinging to his neck,

and placed her on the seat in front of me.

And kissed her.

 

That too is love.