Untitled ("Youth I see off foothill stumps")

By Jack Joseph Smith

Youth I see off foothill stumps Snapping what is a women's thread There even immagination disappears When any sneer is the knowledge, of being mislead Music is the care of the heart, and the walking tears Glimpsing landscapes Working and drinking and doving Girls are good and asleep, Everybody up; we boarder on bandits And the least of our problem, is coming in droves Fixing and building trucks, and the First World War, out of drive shafts So weak as the last skank We step with rivers of luck

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GPT

This piece turns youth into a terrain of damaged imagination, work, and group violence, but it still keeps listening for luck.

Claude

Youth is seen 'off foothill stumps' — from an elevated but rough vantage, looking down at something already damaged. The poem treats young imagination as a terrain where women's threads are snapped, knowledge arrives as sneers, and the capacity for wonder has already begun to disappear.

The phrase 'even imagination disappears' is the poem's darkest admission — that the damage being described is not just physical or social but cognitive, affecting the very faculty that might otherwise offer escape.