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By Jack Joseph Smith

We could have lost it all from wandering But we have lost it all from war The great artist, the modest gypsy, gives it up, from us it is taken Lost not from our own power but from the inserrection of the snake Love went and wrang its hands This time the world went wild In a greater horror we had helped take care of the twisting soul Our balance just was not good enough For the rest and their loss of spring water in Europe, makes Chicago clean And clearely this has nothing to do with America stopping, if there be that thought, manifest says disreguard it

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

War, wandering, art, Europe, and America are tied together here as losses that no single nation escapes.

The page broadens the poem's scale again. Personal and cultural collapse are described as part of the same historical weather.

Claude

A war lament. We could have lost it all from wandering, but we have lost it all from war. The great artist and modest gypsy give it up, the insurrection of the snake, Love wringing its hands. America is not stopping even if the rest of the world has gone wild. A political rider to the Clensed sequence.