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By Jack Joseph Smith

And he said he would see me through that we must not feel The mail to the Sidney Times for the seven days out of Tjie We rode on the dung above the Capricorn after we hit port We got the report That the "Hellship Trangie" was on the front page But for us the young man felt there still was a war to wage. too no good at all rotten and a meal small

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GPT

This page turns from transit and public report toward the harder idea that exposure is not enough, because the struggle continues after the headline.

The clear movement runs from mail and the 'Sidney Times' to arrival at port and the report that the 'Hellship Trangie' has reached the front page. But the page refuses any sense of completion: it says there is still 'a war / to wage,' then drops into the bodily plainness of 'a meal small.' That combination keeps the poem grounded in aftermath rather than recognition.

Claude

A short scene closer. The chief engineer pledges to see the crew through, the Hellship Trangie hits the Sydney front page after port, and the young sailor still feels a further war to wage. A final fragment about rotten food and a meal small hangs at the bottom, already pointing to the next movement.