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By Jack Joseph Smith

Death of the Believer When the dream has left Evil tightens its shank It does not spin like drugs do on bones and building stone Rather you do actually for the difference in the desease alone For the good its glory is pulled instead of pushed Sudden from sleep to conversation any mistrust is an arrogance As if its center were a nation that needed them Into a secret dignity only selves can move with There the clandestine grace of cynicism Connects with the downward Like being able to breathe in a whirlpool when others smoothed from the swimming are desperately losing memory of the lake While the group conception of one Finding sweetness for once above Sees halls of roses under glass As a power to show interest in It is joy in these visions Ever they may come Be it as Clam or god That mean your gone

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Belief gives way to evil, disease, and cynicism, yet the mind still keeps generating seductive visions of sweetness and transcendence.

Once the dream leaves, the poem describes a world where grace has gone secret and survival depends on moving within a hidden inner dignity. Images of whirlpool, drowning, roses under glass, and breathing downward make faith feel less like uplift than a strange ability to live inside collapse. The ending refuses a clean doctrine, reducing revelation to clam or god, and turns disappearance itself into the final meaning.

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'Death of the Believer' begins 'When the dream has left / Evil tightens its shank' and follows what remains: 'the clandestine grace of cynicism' that 'Connects with the downward / Like being able to breathe / in a whirlpool'. It closes on visions of 'halls of roses under glass' and the lines 'Be it as Clam or god / That mean your gone'.

The poem defines belief by what survives its loss: not uplift but a secret ability to keep breathing inside collapse while others are 'desperately losing memory of the lake'. Cynicism is treated as a kind of grace rather than its opposite, a dignity 'only selves can move with'. The flat pairing of 'Clam or god' refuses to rank the sacred above the ordinary, so any vision, whatever its source, ends in the same disappearance.