The Lost Child: Ozark Poems, by Wesley McNair. The human reluctance to confront unpleasant truths constitutes the principal conflict of Wesley McNair’s poetic sequence
I. Box Ficelle of steel cigar box barrel stave pernambuco river shipped Belly gauged for ear softer wood whose fibers give, back for eye
raindrops staccato leaf to leaf I enter the night with hands still stinging from applause cymbal-shiver of sheet lightning through cloud Damp-skinned, I wade
All the stars died last night and with them my knowing of the sun, it’s sudden Bantam—dwarfs of white and brown, a supernova, a