A visceral, unsparing collection that reminded me of Daniel Borzutzky in its sardonic appropriation of both images of violence and the language of violence, like some of the best literature it succeeds at re-sensitizing the reader to the actual terror of physical pain and the horror of human cruelty. But Majmudar is also one of the most linguistically agile contemporary poets I have encountered, copiously troping his way through a blizzard of puns and verbal transmogrifications.