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By Jack Joseph Smith

We are the fools tramping on the triangl I see water sneeking away to the city I see curves in canyons Very fast, that were not there before We down in our river rocks are black and white We just hope for the colard canyon sheer not to falll We know that alot of eooer iron and a little bit of tin makes brass for an elivator May a lizzard has been a laugh across sexy arm, no that that I see good and and evil I shooo them The water's edge has changed

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The page treats canyon geography, mineral knowledge, and moral judgment as parts of the same rough Appalachian imagination.

Water, curves, river rocks, brass, lizards, and the changing edge all keep the poem moving between landscape and industry. It feels less like description than like a speaker trying to read a damaged world through the materials it is made from.

Claude

`We are the fools tramping on the triangl` — the geology lesson as theology: copper, iron, tin, brass for an elevator; the canyon shelf that might fall; the water's edge changed. `I shooo them` the good and the evil both.