In this collection of poems Michael Symmons Roberts explores life and death, well actually 'explores' is probably not a good word in this context, 'dissects' or 'examines' would be better. You see so close does MSR draw you to the somatic subject matter that after turning a few pages you are left with a strange sensation, as if someone else's sweat were dripping down your spine. Yes, at times it really is that creepy... but never morbid, quite the opposite in fact. For instance JAIRUS oozes stickily whilst celebrating the aromatic goodness of mortality; and TONGUE journeys dizzyingly through fear and violence to the shimmering brink of hope.
If you love words, and believe in their ability to stir the soul, you will find Corpus a powerful agitator.