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By Jack Joseph Smith

| Dead Daughter I did not call the shots T walked out Again across the world, mot around it A tagte in your mouth A tog in Mexico As if thy own were every course» IT will never be able to say, I saw you bast,, through that away}, you have thought it to many times before,, intelligent, is what you want to remember See how clear you let it be, certanily I am lost to bad weather. since she went away

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"Dead Daughter" carries loss across the world rather than around it, leaving the speaker stranded between weather, memory, and the impossible task of saying he truly saw her last.

The poem refuses the role of decision-maker, yet it cannot escape responsibility for walking out. Mexico, taste, and travel broaden grief into something migratory, as though sorrow has no fixed homeland. What remains most painful is not only her absence but the speaker's failure to secure a final, trustworthy sight of her before she went away.

Claude

Dead Daughter: didn't call the shots, walked out across the world, not around it. A tago in Mexico. Lost to bad weather since she went away.