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By Jack Joseph Smith

I could say that (I was talking about killing in herself what was killing her) but I wasn't I was just reading to the downcast Slumming my mind into the drunken faithful Until I gave her the hard bound collection and walked like a wrinkled Wasp out the door A week later I dear one returned Dayturned distant from fresh shower and shave- but shoulder cover tucked into my Seersucker usual, I went again into the dim lit red blues Among the American lower classes Fiction Hall of Hell Evading with peripheral vision I asked the bartending man through the vast mirrored back of his head if the woman had since then been there- As I Carnival like could see a 180 degree of hag men and blue frozen veined women shake their heads in the oval of no Nowhere-to-be found... on the questioned gesture of my Jimmy-Cagney-fingered spread Then the streek of my face right on right eye teeth Across a mammouth mirrors fingernailed valley of dusts Slammed home my image in profile of a child in the death wing of a zoo As I caught my act in time not to ask about binge and rebirth. taking two weeks- Hopefully on the lam she was lucky with the second half And do the eyes of the dispossessed answer? "To a tenement hotel, mister socialworker star." "That beats the flophouse by a dollar!" "Grateful to sell her inside story." "On the cover of that Saroyan" (yes you were after) -To somebody lesser, or somebody greater- But definitely better for her Than a kid like you

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The return to the bar exposes the speaker's vanity in trying to rescue someone through literature and leaves him with guilt, class shame, and self-disgust.

He insists he was not speaking literally about killing, but that defense already reveals how unstable the earlier encounter was. The search for the woman becomes a humiliating performance reflected back at him in mirrors, until he sees himself like a child in the death wing of a zoo. By the end, the poem cuts hard at the fantasy of being a benefactor, suggesting she was better off with almost anyone other than a young man staging concern.

Claude

Concluding 'Poverty Program Intrusion': the speaker, freshly showered and in his 'Seersucker usual', returns to the bar to ask after the vanished woman, sees himself in the mirror 'of a child in the death wing of a zoo', and delivers the verdict that whoever she left with was 'definitely better for her / Than a kid like you'.

The second half makes the would-be rescuer the object of the poem's critique. He first disowns the menace of the Saroyan quote - 'I was talking about killing in herself / what was killing her... but I wasn't' - then admits the truth, 'I was just reading to the downcast / Slumming my mind into the drunken faithful', the hardbound gift exactly the wrong intervention. The return is staged as humiliating performance reflected back in a 'mammouth mirror', the patrons shaking 'their heads in the oval of no', until he catches his own act 'in time / not to ask about binge and rebirth'. The mock-tabloid interjections ('mister socialworker star', 'On the cover of that Saroyan') mock his fantasy of being a benefactor, and the cold closing self-scoring is the page's moral weight: she was better off with anyone other than a posturing kid. Source forms 'Dayturned', 'streek', 'mammouth', 'socialworker', and the final stanza break are kept as written.