“...It is brewed in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

It knows its place.

It wears its heart on its sleeve

like a poem,

laid out like a poem

with weak line endings and questionable

closure. Its idiom

would not be unfamiliar

to a Soviet film director,

its emblem a stylized stalk

of bronzed wheat,

circlets of flowering hops

as sketched by a W.P.A. draftsman

for a post office mural in 1936. …”

—Campbell McGrath, AB’84, “Ode to a Can of Shaeffer Beer”

Read the full poem: http://thecore.uchicago.edu/Summer2014/departments/poem.shtml/