Ash Wednesday Stanzas
From a Folgers can onto a cold acre Of Vinton County regrowth my uncleScattered his dad. He claimed a sprinkle, An errant paternal flake, had takenTo wind then found the slot between his Stroh’s And his throat as he swigged a farewell toast.That beer, he said, was smokier than most. Must’ve tasted sweet enough, too, …