Wojahn is known for tightly structured, if not formalistic, poems, with powerful images. One that he read (not in the collection, but from a separate souvenir broadside that was issued for the reading) is “August 1953”—here’s an excerpt:
“A nurse gathers up the afterbirth. My motherI’m guessing there aren’t a lot of poems out there about afterbirth. I’m looking forward to diving into the collection.
had been screaming but now could sleep.
by this time I am gone—also gathered up
& wheeled out. Above my jaundiced face the nurses hover.”