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By Jack Joseph Smith

Alaska the song - Like being in a locker room with Nute The polar bear was Two hundred yards away The hunter knew he had hit it - Through the No one could miss that birst of red Against that yellow sun over the space of snow - From seven sons Even blindness sould measure the impact on instinct He had got down on one knee And he had aimed the barrel of shimmering steel Putting it to the center - From belly to belly He bet the bullit would somewhere enter - The Mass sacrament Living still, spreading paw hands at the top of the world The living white on the head would catch the big boy pouncing playfully or seriously To count on the head or heart Might be a mistake -> with the drop Why take chances It would be like being out of matches To the finest posture was froze squeezed man made might The sight overwhelmed But the bear still charged He was huge on a bounding nervious system And fear in his finger like a piston The man pumped his magnum like a storm The bullit had crushed the temple The man felt it in his genital But the rush was to much Such power spitting streams As if the bears veins were ment for the air To tear apart another artery Would bring a battery of men against him But about the whiskey bar The bear wouldn't let him see that far Through his massiveness spreading wider Ending - And when it fell; the round hole between it's EYES was still speaking

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An annotated polar-bear hunting draft follows a shot, the bear's continued charge and the hunter's fear. The Mass sacrament enters the shot's description, and an added ending leaves the hole between the bear's eyes still speaking.

The hunter's shimmering steel, bodily excitement and piston-like finger give the encounter a mechanical rhythm, while the bear's spreading paw hands and continuing charge resist the apparent certainty of a hit. Several revisions are readable in place, but the omitted name and word after Through the leave gaps that should not be completed from context.

Claude

An annotated typescript of a polar-bear hunt, headed in blue 'Alaska the song - Like being in / a locker room with Nute': the hunter hits the bear at 'Two hundred yards', it still charges, and he 'pumped his magnum like a storm' until the bullet 'crushed the temple'. A handwritten ending adds that 'when it fell; the round hole / between it's EYES was still / speaking'.

The typed lines mix trigger-pull fear with physical excitement ('The man felt it in his genital') and treat the bear as living force, 'huge on a bounding nervious system'. Purple insertions such as 'of shimmering steel', 'The Mass sacrament' and 'Living still, spreading paw hands at the top of / the world' push the kill toward ritual, while crossed-out words and floating additions leave it a working draft rather than a settled poem.