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By Jack Joseph Smith

Something sharp in the soul Courage in question to make you angry No one wants to lie and die in a bad way Your not a circle your the sides of the world Maybe the places washed by clams and other such morsels Who refuse to speak to one another or they will seep into each others flesh, care as corn and back into the ground, those who harvest our nourishment are the sons of death Slight of hand lets them know Death as thought is true But though death is never done You are neither done with death

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

Sharpness of soul and questioned courage move into images of flesh, corn, harvest, and the sons of death. The close says death is true as thought but not done with the addressee.

The poem links nourishment and mortality without settling their moral relation. Its first row flows at the same pitch as the rest; the old transcript's stanza divisions were not source-backed.

Claude

Rows from 'Something sharp in the soul' and 'Your not a circle / your the sides of the world' to 'But though death is never done / You are neither done with death'.

A dense meditation on death, harvest and nourishment; Your and your are kept as typed.