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By Jack Joseph Smith

ALL FOR COUNT DOWN KILL The Vietnam War is done none to soon As the Pentagon limousine arrives at the showroom of GO***GO cigar girls and cocktails Where the business man opens his belly of revenge on the leather draw of a wallet By building on the craze of resolute brains for hire THE ABSOLUTE BIRD Past he has gone where Mammon lies in the mammouth of possibilities in the long fear arm of the absurd On to wings of atomic accent Drafting up-date the pre-historic to an off-slant Giving sharp modern spread across the chest of a beast while selling now concerns the Middle East White tunnel of super fuel behind ......the damned demon demand Cold sun glared flight on inner neverend Well disciplined new Kipling Cadet training ground creations - from Colorado to the Sahara - finally get to murder at the center Quite even upon international intrigue Over the strategic spot of a target that could include their own But mission must finger button push Man to what is fragment wiped-out off hot neuron rush...... While the pilot craves the computer of individualized victory: Which inacts technological mass mind superiority Into a crack clocked timed being - being - Cock Pit sure on the aloof tight lipped shout down from the above About exoneration with scientific exorcism; the explosions of guilts below Which floats dolphin steel through the sucking weaves of fast popping liquid like air pockets rolling out for the missle like a long wave in a stream As the metalic glow going gray is watched away from the plane On the glaze of a Captain's eyes Outside sockets off silver speed

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War, money, and technology merge into a grotesque spectacle where killing is sold as disciplined modern achievement.

Vietnam, the Pentagon, wallets, hired brains, the Middle East, and cockpit instrumentation all collapse into one machinery of profit and destruction. The language keeps turning military action into commercial display and technical ritual, so guilt is pushed downward while the pilot chases individualized victory. Its density is aggressive, but the direction is clear: organized power has made murder sleek, global, and absurd.

Claude

'ALL / FOR / COUNT DOWN KILL' opens with 'The Vietnam War is done none to soon' as a Pentagon limousine arrives at a 'showroom / of GO***GO cigar girls and cocktails', then follows a 'Well disciplined new Kipling Cadet' pilot who 'craves the computer / of individualized victory:' while the missile's 'metalic glow going gray' reflects 'On the glaze of a Captain's eyes'.

The poem fuses commerce, sex, and the arms trade into one sales floor, so the end of one war is only the setup for the next ('while selling now concerns the Middle East'). Its jammed, run-on syntax mimics the rush of a strike, and phrases like 'exoneration with scientific exorcism' show technology washing guilt out of the act of killing. The cool distance of the cockpit, where 'the explosions of guilts below' are watched from above, is the poem's central horror.