Masters, Edgar Lee: Spoon River Anthology - A. D. Blood

  If you in the village think that my work was a good one,

  Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,

  And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,

  In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;

  Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora,

  And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier

  Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow?