The title poem, "Man and Camel" goes back to that interesting, talk-talk, quiet poeticism, the end.
On the plus side, this has my favorite ending to date.
On the minus side, it doesn't do much up to that point.
The wonder of their singing,
its elusive blend of man and camel, seemed
an ideal image for all uncommon couples.
Yes, but I don't hear it. I don't feel it. He says it, but I don't believe it. I don't trust the poem, and I'm a pretty damned trusting soul.
On top of everything, I'll admit that I expected a political aspect. The title pointed that direction for me. I don't demand poems be political, but I was rather hoping for something I could sink my teeth into. I'd settle for camel chow.
