Tuesday Marriage Death

<p>The first poem in this fourth full-length collection by Theodore Worozbyt closes with an image that suggests a mythical bird transcendence unending wealth and success caesarean birth violent death a surgeon lurking in the name of an ancient fish and an end that comes as a beginning: Golden eggs /slit from a sturgeon's belly finish it. So begins the undertaking in this volume to compress language itself into a ball to roll it forth not toward one overwhelming question but to scores of them. If the title arcs a life with astonishing and unnerving brevity and if most of those overwhelming questions remain unanswered the title poem turns to us on the final page to offer the only human consolation we ever get to keep: Let us begin again.</p>