By Jack Joseph Smith
Original Scan
AI Interpretation
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.
A cleaner retype of the facing page, the same lines run without the handwritten 'Hi Bruce' tail: 'five thousand poems / Are lost among the stars,' 'Wolves of the universe / Watch dogs of lower income,' 'Going to Hell for killing / what has crossed you,' closing on 'Play your song / I do not think so.' Stripped of the personal address, the poem reads as the settled, public version - scale and hardship held in the same voice, with appetite, consequence, and refusal intact.