Yee Bow

By Edgar Lee Masters

THEY got me into the Sunday-school

In Spoon River And tried to get me to drop

Confucius for Jesus. I could have been no worse off

If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.

For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,

And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,

The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs,

With a blow of his fist.

Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,

And no children shall worship at my grave.