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By Jack Joseph Smith

Worry Sucide is a place To begin makes no sence Institualized catches Or possibly it does not I watch the wind And I know how it grows I have done the dert But with my mother I remember it was fun Didn't you see the glimmer there no matter where you were Rise up sand and soil Look down in a proper way mountains we can see and those The greatest attraction of the sea is nothing but the comfort of death

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

This second "Worry" makes the earlier darkness plainer, linking suicidal thought to memory, wind, and the seduction of looking properly at sand, soil, mountains, and sea.

The poem sounds almost instructional in places, as if it is trying to map despair rather than simply confess it. The remembered fun with the mother gives the piece a lost center of warmth that the speaker cannot fully return to. Its final claim that the sea's attraction is "nothing but the comfort of death" turns landscape into a lure rather than a refuge.

Claude

Worry rewritten tighter: Sucide is a place, To begin makes no sence. The dirt-play with mother is kept as the one remembered glimmer against the comfort of death.