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By Jack Joseph Smith

Hillbilly Hitler Along the farms and fences 4 we wonder still as mud Someday just as a darn a drain alone And through all along the deep, : through our canyons et Our ladies of all the ages ! call themselves Butterfly, and wing, and Sunflower Way deep into the earth, f our eyes are as blue as inwinity can get Black as night maybe now, with the shine about first wood we keep The trees have not been fallen, and they have not been topped e We are wild as the hemispheare here, but we love the tracks as a notch And women sometime speak of the lowness of Heaven

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GPT

The page places the title back into a landscape of farms, fences, drains, canyons, and mud, grounding the collection in rough rural motion.

The poem works by dragging the grand or shocking title back through ordinary terrain. Fences, drains, mud, and canyons make this feel like a geography of damage rather than a purely symbolic poem.

Claude

The first real lyric of the sequence: farm girls named Butterfly, Wing, and Sunflower, blue eyes 'as inwinity can get,' women who speak of 'the lowness of Heaven' — the collection's tender counterweight to its title's violence.