Poetry is an explosion; the end result of the critical mass built up inside a mind that can only see the world in metaphor, concept, and verse. The content is a raw, unfettered, ever expanding front of emotional, philosophical, and psychological ore. The poet does not seek to mine or refine the things that result from this type of release. That is for the reader. The poetry contained within this book falls in line with that attitude. It is unrefined, explosive and impossible to ignore. From the outcries against war from a man who's seen it first-hand, and the simple mewlings of a...