Well, don't you see this was the way of it/ We bought the farm with what he inherited/And his brothers and sisters accused him of poisoning/His fathers mind against the rest of them/And we never had any peace with our treasure/The murrain took the cattle, and the crops failed/And lightning struck the granary/So we mortgaged the farm to keep going/And he grew silent and was worried all the time...Then the dreadfulest smells infested the rooms/So I set fire to the beds and the old witch-house/Went up in a roar of flame/As I danced in the yard with waving arms,/While he wept like a freezing steer.
- Edgar Lee Masters, Nancy Knapp, "Spoon River Anthology" (1915)
BENJAMIN FRASER (Their spirits beat upon mine like the wings of a thousand butterflies), 2007
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