Somewhat reluctant five stars because I’m not sure it fits what I want from poetry, but five stars anyway because: as an exploration of the many ways in which we (not entirely sure who I’m including or excluding from that “we”) have failed, have been failed, and will continue to fail and be failed, it’s endlessly necessary and meaningful. Everyone should read and work at understanding what is being said here. It’s almost certainly already too late to change anything, but at least you’ll know. Finally.