David Watts has the eye, ear and heart of a poet and, just as importantly for this book, the poetic subject that allows him to use his considerable powers to their fullest the human body with all its frailty and strength as a metaphor for our existence. With linguistic precision for image and phrase that recalls William Carlos Williams' "Plum blossoms on the ground / like frost flakes. And my friend lies still / in the ICU..." David Watts convinces the reader that "the body needs a washing out" and that "the heart can harm itself," leaving us with the recognition that our body is the world and the world is our body. I love these poems for presenting the horrifying fragility of our existence and the incredible resilience and strength with which we meet our individual fates." Len Roberts, Poet
