THE SOCIALIST'S GARDEN OF VERSES

Climate change, the Covid-19 pandemic, and Donald Trump are among the apocalyptic specters haunting these impassioned poems.

Caveat Lectorwebzine founder Bernard includes 91 poems that survey four years of anxiety and disaster in this volume. He starts with a Trump-themed cycle written as a hilariously on-the-nose infusion of Trumpian lingo into pastiches of poets, from T.S. Eliot (“November is the cruelest month, breeding / Electoral victories out of the dead land, mixing / Xenophobes and white Christians, stirring / Dull brains—and I mean dull! Sad!—with autumn rain”) to haiku master Bashō. (“You call this a what? / It doesn’t even. Look, believe me: / My poems. They rhyme.”) Bernard then drops his satirical tone to explore other dire happenings. “Spiritus” revisits the death of George Floyd. (“Underneath their knees, / in the brutal sun, / a dark form. And a voice from the feed: / ‘I can’t breathe, I can’t / breathe! I can’t breathe! I / can’t breathe!’ ”) Environmental destruction and the Covid-19 pandemic are linked in “April 2020.” (“Humankind was proving / a gorgeous catastrophe for life / on a planet the size of a pebble….We were the crown / virus enthroned in the breath of the world. / And now, in a cruelly fair reverse, / the crown virus has laid siege / to human monumentality.”) In “Faust Takes Command of the Titanic,” modern civilization is a deal with the devil, “arrogance / and desire gone round the bend with greed, / a drive toward absolute power / that can only lead to absolute annihilation.” Occasionally, hopeful notes surface, as in “Asteroid,” which likens humans to the cataclysm that wiped out the dinosaurs but wistfully concludes that, after people have destroyed themselves, “the birds—may fill the world, one day, again, with singing.” These are weighty poems on the weightiest of themes, but they are lifted by the author’s prophetic voice, lyrical sensibility, and evocative language, as in the seascape of “Beachdrift”: “Stump of a freighter out of the horizon haze / a big ugly thing / covered with cars and pickled plums and carbonated sake / in stacks on its deck like teeth or the columns at Paestum.” The result is a searing vision of a world teetering on the brink.

A dazzling poetry collection, its intimations of doom lit by a furious clarity.