I staggered on through darkness, <br />There was a hazy sky, a few stars <br />Which I followed as best I could. <br />It was nine o'clock, I was trying to get home. <br />But somehow I was lost, <br />Though really keeping the road. <br />Then I reeled through a gate and into a yard, <br />And called at the top of my voice: <br />"Oh, Fiddler! Oh, Mr. Jones!" <br />(I thought it was his house and he would show me the way home.) <br />But who should step out but A. D. Blood, <br />In his night shirt, waving a stick of wood, <br />And roaring about the cursed saloons, <br />And the criminals they made? <br />"You drunken Oscar Hummel", he said, <br />As I stood there weaving to and fro, <br />Taking the blows from the stick in his hand <br />Till I dropped down dead at his feet.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oscar-hummel/
