I am unable to produce a “review” of each and every poem in this book. It would be monotonous. You would be bored.

I would be bored.

I’m reading them all, but I skipped several before reviewing this one.

And I stopped here for one purpose only.

Melt the glass and leave the sticks

Like a hermit’s crucifix

You may need the whole thing for context, but it’s a brilliant piece of writing.

I wish I had come up with it.

I could have.

You don’t know.