"stepping out to drink and drink a water welling up to eternal life to drink up a gluttony gulping for the cracked topsoil and the parched lips ten thousand miles away"
"I myself remember / back in the day when great men / were half-gods and ate their sons. We / ourselves still don’t matter much. / The important new democratization / turns out to mean half-goddesses / now get to eat kids too."
Philip Metres’s newest collection of poetry speaks as eloquently as ever against empire—but he grounds the writing in this book in his own family’s story and history.
