Untitled ("Now that he is gone to Hell")

By Jack Joseph Smith

Now that he is gone to Hell Sometimes I watch musrats One hole then out the other Then change it like arithematic a yard away And what a difference it makes when that is all your doing Seal one side do the other Figer out that you have been had O well, just do it again I got in the fifty five quarter ton yellow pick truck, still tight as a drum, and drove down, actually, to town When I stepped out I realized that a a part of the reatale had wooden walk

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GPT

A poem of absence and improvisation, where practical motions with musrats and trucks become a way of surviving loss.

Claude

Hell is where he has gone, and the speaker responds with practical motion — muskrats, trucks, surviving absence. The improvisation is logistical, as if the real question after damnation is what to do with the afternoon.

The refusal to mourn conventionally is startling. The speaker has already judged the departed and moved on to the practical consequences of his absence.