This is a tenacious collection, circling around bodies, borders, Juarez, El Paso, and, most poignantly, the borders between them -- as a space in and of itself. On their own, many of the poems might seem clipped short but the tight focus of the collection gives them, together, an impressive accretive emotional and intellectual force. It's final image, of the dead--not the generic zombies of horror movies--but the dead we've met in this collection, the people of Mexico and Juarez, reunite with the living by breaking down a border fence sticks w/me, flashes up every time I cross the border, with ease, into Canada.
This morning
everyone in the cities is alive again.
Their eyes open to the sun,
their fingers collapsing
chain, link by link.