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By Jack Joseph Smith

There for a second a stare as Joe skips like a star across the two by twelves that shake thunder from the weight as if they were just slats . where around the world in your brain you have all against life only imagined power,, the work of Joe Kuty, and you never make a mistake in a dream Remember there is no sky and there is no Earth even concerned with what we are doing now,, I saw him alam morter of his shoulder, where down below we love gas lines structured long ago, and the wonder of the brick in curveiture Joe is headed to slap fixing to another union pay,. or the end of our lives Joe's body, his purpose was viewable, I am sorry, actually He did not give a shit

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Joe Kuty appears almost superhuman on the shaking planks, his body and purpose briefly glowing against a world that remains utterly indifferent to the work below.

The poem gives Joe the force of a star and the precision of dream logic, where mistakes do not happen until waking life returns. That grandeur is immediately checked by the reminder that neither sky nor earth cares what the workers are doing. The closing note is crucial: Joe's authority comes not from nobility but from a hard indifference that lets him move straight through danger.

Claude

Joe Kuty as star skipping across two-by-twelves, imagined power set against real sky and earth. Ends with Joe headed to another union pay, or the end of our lives, with the flat tribute he did not give a shit.