We must start with the first poem in the book.
This is "Aposiopesis" or The Field
Between the Living and The Dead.
And forgive me for I cannot tell you how to begin,
but here is the body, like the urge to pray.
Your mouth already gone, and we never
said you, a boy, woman, man.
Only the animal made with two hands
and lost in the field waiting for human life to reenter
as if through a door, broken, and yet the dead who love you,
who are still remembering the touch of blood-warmed skin
abandon you like every yesterday.
Like this single paradise of every body's silence,
rusting daylight into the only dusk we have been made to see.