Untitled ("When they shut of the utitles")

By Jack Joseph Smith

When they shut of the utitles You would be surprised what I can do with my grandparents voices Now my shoulders are as bare as twilight I will not be shattered along my fences He is a particular part of a broken Sun In the dead of night again I hum In case you wonder it ain't dixy, and it is not the Battle of the Republic

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GPT

A poem of endurance and inheritance, where utility loss and family voices open into a stark nocturnal resilience.

Claude

When the utilities shut off, what remains is family voice and darkness — the nocturnal resilience poverty forces into existence. The misspelling 'utitles' strips the word of bureaucratic dignity.

Utility loss is treated not as crisis but inheritance — the family knows how to survive it. The voices that emerge in the dark are the real utility.