Arresting sentence fragments, moments captured glancingly (a boy's funeral, a woman sobbing on a plane), then the multi-award-winning Carr steadily delivers a reminder of the social and sexual violence that haunts us: "My country, said the boy to the girl, likes its children shot through/ My country, said the girl to the boy, likes its women weighted or flayed/ My country, said the boy, tears away. We've never really loved the human." But these poems do. [See Prepub Alert, 11/18/13.]
—BH
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