Kyle McCord's You Are Indeed an Elk, but This Is Not the Forest You Were Born to Graze consists of thirty single-stanza wonders of the world-ferociously associative, disjunctively digressive, and melodiously surprising wherever they roam. Their acro-battery blasts of talky power are rich with joy and pathos, not to mention also an abiding, and sometimes biting, ambivalence toward both the meadow of contemporary American culture and "the unspeakable acts of kindness/ we committed together." This is a wonderfully tricked-out barrage of a book, the "wild life" in "wildlife," and especially for...