Don

By Jack Joseph Smith

Aquainted with the sky as an idea Legends of the morning where even snow stills from cold We are warrors of decades on the Northdawn of Castle Shannon While we may see necessity never grief from this poem told Like hammering a forty year old bridge for W. Va. coal I'd fore arm shivered him sixty feet And after a doubble right swat swat, don said bo Your on your feet, but you have lost alot Non verbal son of a bitch, you have taken my eye Aristocratic hell knowing no disrespect The stomach and the word and rye whiskey Actually for us it was just the usual slapping of the VASTNESS

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Don joins sky and morning legends to Castle Shannon, bridge work, a striking forearm, an injured eye and rye whiskey. The final line calls this the usual slapping of the VASTNESS.

The speaker treats violence and injury as familiar events among men who imagine themselves warriors of decades. The opening sky and closing vastness give those local bodily encounters a larger scale.

Claude

'Don' moves from being 'Aquainted with the sky as an idea' and 'Legends of the morning' to a fight told in boasts and quoted speech, where the speaker hears 'Your on your feet, but you have lost alot'. It ends on a lost eye, rye whiskey and 'the usual slapping of the VASTNESS'.

Physical violence is framed in mock-heroic terms, with legends, warriors and castles set against a brawl. The four-line stanzas mix reported speech and boasts, and the capitalized VASTNESS lifts a routine fight into something cosmic and faintly comic. Source spellings such as Aquainted, warrors, doubble and alot are part of its texture.