Mercy Seat

"We are now the mice in field / Frightened by the orange fattening crest / Of three small fires circling / The wreckage of a blue and white Cesnas," writes Dubie. The moments gathered in a typical Dubie poem are suspended in a kind of vectoral stasis; the car crash in "The Open Happens in the Midst of Beings" is poised against "two waiters, clearly in love, smoking by the river."