Maybe I am a little biased towards poetry but god, this was so good. I've read Pleasure Dome so I've read this collection already but it was different coming back to this. I don't think I've read a lot of war poetry but Komunyakaa manages to evoke extremely sorrowful feelings. I love how 'camouflaging the chimera' is the first poem in this collection & it just makes you feel as if you're one of them.

unaware our shadows have untied
from us, wandered off
& gotten lost.

The moon cuts through
night trees like a circular saw
white hot.

loving the weight of the shotgun
that will someday dig his grave.