"Go To The Living shines into the darkness of loss a father's unwavering lament and deep affections. In poem after poem, Micah Chatterton gives voice and figure to the memory of a son, Ezra, whose short life is made vivid in koans and laments, elegies, invocations, fragments, lists, anecdotes, and seemingly absurd yet heartbreakingly candid hypotheticals (Who would win in a cubicle fight unarmed, Micah asks in "July 27 3:41pm (d104)," a Klingon or a Wookie?). Even as the memory of one life finds its unlikely parallel, beyond time and even feeling, in the...