Page 62

By Jack Joseph Smith

My five thousand poems Are lost among the stars Work is the way of the young Let find a chance to catch ourselves Wolves of the universe Watch dogs of lower income Soul and belly fire About the tomestone Nothing to do with lying about it Going to Hell for killing what has crossed you Play your song I do not think so

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This cleaner version of the previous page presents the speaker's lost body of work against stars, labor, class struggle, violence, and song, as if poetry belongs equally to the universe and to the poor.

What stands out is the pairing of scale and hardship. The poems are lost among the stars, but the voice stays tied to work, appetite, consequence, and refusal.

Claude

A cleaner retype of page 61 — same manifesto about five thousand poems, wolves, watch dogs, going to Hell for killing what has crossed you. The hand-drawn tail is dropped here; the text is settling toward final.