Minerva Jones
I
am Minerva, the village poetess,
Hooted
at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street
For
my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,
And
all the more when "Butch" Weldy
Captured
me after a brutal hunt.
He
left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;
And
I sank into death, growing numb from the feet
up,
Like
one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of
ice.
Will
some one go to the village newspaper,
And
gather into a book the verses I wrote?—
I
thirsted so for love!
I
hungered so for life!
Edgar
Lee Masters
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