Searcy Foote

 I wanted to go away to college
But rich Aunt Persis wouldn't help me.

So I made gardens and raked the lawns
And bought John Alden's books with my earnings
And toiled for the very means of life.

I wanted to marry Delia Prickett,
But how could I do it with what I earned?
And there was Aunt Persis more than seventy,
Who sat in a wheel-chair half alive,
With her throat so paralyzed, when she swallowed
The soup ran out of her mouth like a duck --
A gourmand yet, investing her income
In mortgages, fretting all the time
About her notes and rents and papers.

That day I was sawing wood for her,
And reading Proudhon in between.

I went in the house for a drink of water,
And there she sat asleep in her chair,
And Proudhon lying on the table,
And a bottle of chloroform on the book,
She used sometimes for an aching tooth!
I poured the chloroform on a handkerchief
And held it to her nose till she died.
 --
Oh Delia, Delia, you and Proudhon
Steadied my hand, and the coroner
Said she died of heart failure.

I married Delia and got the money --
A joke on you, Spoon River?

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