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By Jack Joseph Smith

Mangled They took the bone to a blade... Cut me at the elbow like an celece Half way through I hushed them down my whiskeyeoe (Now it hangs as=I hock my life: with the sure steel of my tarnished hook I trap in my mind as a tramp) Such a services That slipped day of the cliff of trains As I no longer need the yard for a bloodshed hunt

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The poem turns bodily mutilation into tramp identity, making injury feel both literal and mentally inhabited.

Bone, blade, elbow, whiskey, and hook create a harsh physical scene where the body is cut down and crudely remade. The parenthetical voice is especially strong because it links the hanging arm and tarnished hook to a mind that traps its own life. The damaged diction fits the subject, and the fragment ends in a world of trains, cliffs, and bloodshed hunt where usefulness has collapsed into survival.


Claude

'Mangled': first-person rail-yard amputation, hushed through with whiskey, the steel hook now a tool of the mind.

The poem reframes the literal prosthetic as a thinking implement — 'I trap in my mind as a tramp'. That shift from body to faculty is what elevates the piece above injury-report. 'Slipped day of the cliff of trains' compresses the accident into terrain, so the event never gets narrated directly; the reader is given the aftermath and expected to infer the fall.