Shack Dye

    The white men played all sorts of jokes on me.
    They took big fish off my hook
    And put little ones on, while I was away
    Getting a stringer, and made me believe
    I hadn't seen aright the fish I had caught.
    When Burr Robbins, circus came to town
    They got the ring master to let a tame leopard
    Into the ring, and made me believe
    I was whipping a wild beast like Samson
    When I, for an offer of fifty dollars,
    Dragged him out to his cage.
    One time I entered my blacksmith shop
    And shook as I saw some horse-shoes crawling
    Across the floor, as if alive -
    Walter Simmons had put a magnet
    Under the barrel of water.
    Yet everyone of you, you white men,
    Was fooled about fish and about leopards too,
    And you didn't know any more than the horse-shoes did
    What moved you about Spoon River.

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Edgar Lee Masters was an American poet, biographer, and dramatist. Born in Kansas and raised in Illinois, Masters is best known for his collection of poems entitled "Spoon River Anthology" (1915), which is a series of epitaphs of residents of the fictional small town of Spoon River. His works reflect the everyday lives and frustrations of middle America. Masters also practiced law and wrote biographies for historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln and Mark Twain.

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