Poetry. "The eucalyptus is rowing in the light of the streetlamp, the lake-water writes letters to St. Paul, and all the new gods are ambushing at an old saltlick... if Goldberg's brilliantly anthropomorphized and frightening badlands of desire and the tragic life of our suburbs, then here's a version of our extinction you'd better accept as published by fire on the pages of lament"--Norman Dubie.