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By Jack Joseph Smith

Connection Like care for a chicken take the head of summery Until speech is taken apart and life is finished Think of murder through the sight, of irreverseable consquence never expecting death, as an accident in the mind There is no cowardice in the clown, no shy fox in the hunt, and the bellicose and the hound, will take it as far as they can get I had a Black cod captain once on the Oregon Coast Otis Odysseus is his name, and he wrote with a thumb nail, "you think I am, I know I'm not For the fathoms are a wrappin' From beneath the sea, the waters boil; here comes another snapper" And one may go forth and gather with the fury, when it isn't exactly their own The size in the bounds laid in the damage, the tracking will do Knowing that time done quick is a feast All must watch closely; all should belong Slow danger changers slip from one to another Release your charge account, and put your finger on the door

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This page of 'Connection' mixes sea imagery, predation, damage, and belonging into a threatening social vision.

The restored Oregon coast insertion strengthens the page's maritime setting without changing its larger pressure. Connection here still sounds less like comfort than a charged field of risk, but the captain now feels more rooted in a lived coastal world than in abstract menace alone.

Claude

Connection. A poem that thinks with its knife out. To care for a chicken by taking off the head, murder as a slippage of thought, Otis Odysseus the Black cod captain writing with a thumbnail that the fathoms are wrapping and the waters boil. Time done quick as a feast, slow danger slipping from one to another, release your charge account, put your finger on the door.