Poem by Edgar Lee Masters

Eugene Carman

Rhodes’ slave! Selling shoes and gingham,
Flour and bacon, overalls, clothing, all day long
For fourteen hours a day for three hundred and thirteen days
For more than twenty years.
Saying ”Yes’m” and ”Yes, sir”, and ”Thank you”
A thousand times a day, and all for fifty dollars a month.
Living in this stinking room in the rattle-trap ”Commercial.”
And compelled to go to Sunday School, and to listen
To the Rev. Abner Peet one hundred and four times a year
For more than an hour at a time,
Because Thomas Rhodes ran the church
As well as the store and the bank.
So while I was tying my neck-tie that morning
I suddenly saw myself in the glass:
My hair all gray, my face like a sodden pie.
So I cursed and cursed: You damned old thing
You cowardly dog! You rotten pauper!
You Rhodes’ slave! Till Roger Baughman
Thought I was having a fight with some one,
And looked through the transom just in time
To see me fall on the floor in a heap
From a broken vein in my head.

1. Jefferson Howard
2. Mrs. Benjamin Painter
3. J. Milton Miles
4. Many Soldiers
5. Percival Sharp

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