IN THIS PUB
only we trust

a poem by Bruno NEUVILLE

each day’s a sunday
as you get here

to counter mighty
thirst in a corner
facing god’s

place to gather
to worship
our only lord’s

place to enter
thanking him
and his disciples

for kriek
and lambic
and gueuze

beers divine
as it is known
all over the world

on payot’s hill
in eizeringen
you may trust

to meet life’s
only good taste.