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By Jack Joseph Smith

Hit Something sharp; a stone you fell on, a corner top, outside the door now it's war Rock and roll isn't good enough, let's bust This blone over here is to drag to haul Let us take a boy and begin with him Isn't cherry an old car son You better make the sigh of the cross Care is up your mother's ass; sounds familiar, don't it; cross in my gut, make my lonesome, first Killers get to go back and kneel, just like anybody else Respect dashed picked up again and watched Curl your ass and take thee to the wooded area Lost as the last touch, ley loose; my God, this thuder is right on, A CLEANING

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GPT

Injury, war, piety, thunder, and street brutality are collapsed into one ritual where killers still return to kneel and the ending becomes A CLEANING.

The page turns impact into ritual: falling, war, the cross, killers kneeling, and a violent wooded removal all sit in the same field. The final handwritten phrase, A CLEANING, reframes the blow as purification without making it morally clean.

Claude

Impact opens the poem -- 'Something sharp; a stone you fell on' -- and immediately escalates to assault: 'outside the door now it's war', 'Rock and roll isn't good enough, let's bust', 'Let us take a boy and begin with him'. Piety and brutality share one body: 'You better make the sigh of the cross', 'Killers get to go back and kneel, / just like anybody else', and the order to 'take thee to the wooded area'. The handwritten close, 'this thuder is right on, A CLEANING', reframes the blow as purification without making it clean.