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By Jack Joseph Smith

The big hunk I did not turn and walk across the bay I stayed on the dock Lights out the slightest of the Moon Seals heads over the plank They knew they were at home Getting old divers and Vietnam warroe's They were good at fishing two weeks out of six Long linging and drag drawing Cared little as far as I could tell And they take the stero can shinning from the movie star cigarettes in their mouths And drop a one by one hungkof herion on top Not to mention that I had been drinking expensive Oregon beer for two day streight,

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Staying on the dock becomes an immersion in seals, divers, Vietnam warroe's, fishing routines, herion, cigarettes, and two days of Oregon beer.

The seals know they are at home, and that certainty throws the human figures into relief as older, rougher creatures only partly at home in themselves. Divers, fishing work, stero cans, cigarettes, and herion all sit in the same field without moral sorting. The speaker's expensive Oregon beer does not elevate him above the scene; it folds him deeper into the drift.

Claude

The big hunk recalls a scene of staying on a dock rather than crossing a bay, watching seals surface familiarly by the light of a thin moon. The poem then turns to aging divers and Vietnam warroe's, admired for their skill at fishing two weeks out of six and their indifference to hardship. The tone darkens with the image of a one by one hungkof herion beside movie star cigarettes, juxtaposing hard-won competence and quiet decline against the speaker's own admission of days spent drinking expensive Oregon beer.