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By Jack Joseph Smith

III Let us stay internal with the glory of our loss The dust of Arizona and the salt of Utah Here the street knows nothing of misery Gangs split into singular sorrow The blood is high enough to spit colors And down goes a world you never thought would They by your own is what is yours is mine learned And watch hell raise when adverture is strapped down Chance is what we have running to significent mistakes Watching and walking across the Moon we know danger Dramatically Catholic at the sea of Gallic And with self the best God can get with hatred Do unto others; make a shot, make a dart The best of troubble, the last of Lot

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AI Interpretation

GPT

Loss, Arizona dust, Utah salt, and divided gangs precede blood, a falling world, mistakes, and danger on the Moon. Catholic language and hatred lead to a closing command to make a shot or a dart.

The poem puts the instruction to do unto others beside shots, darts, and trouble. That pairing keeps its religious language close to the violence already present in the blood and falling-world lines.

Claude

Section III asks us to 'stay internal with the glory of our loss' amid 'The dust of Arizona and the salt of Utah' and gangs that 'split into singular sorrow'. It moves through blood, 'adverture' strapped down and 'significent mistakes' to 'Do unto others; make a shot, make a dart / The best of troubble, the last of Lot'.

Western landscape, street violence and religious language sit side by side, so that the Golden Rule arrives next to a shot and a dart. Three four-line stanzas and a closing couplet read as terse declarations, and the closing reference to Lot ties the poem's sense of loss to a biblical figure of flight and ruin.