Ken's Poem Poem by Bill Grace

In an economic analysis
endorsed by absolutely no one
not even my wife or dog or cats
I have discovered that the Covid virus
has killed not only a beloved next door neighbor
but also draft beer
which would make him cheer
being a good Southern Baptist.

Both deaths are a grief for me
but for different reasons
Ken was a triumph of the human spirit
just to see him walking to his mail box.
Sprit over form is no small thing and
being a male at ninety his death, though unexpected,
is still in course. But who would expect
a list of Covid's economic victims to include draft beer?
An ever expanding list of significant import
and a discovery just this moment made
in this most unscientific of studies.


Bill Grace