Poetry. "We place our ears to the apocalypse." Destruction, recreation, destruction again. The bonds of humanity are found in the clash of rams, conflict that erupts into a cleft of life, a rupture that creates a beautiful revelation. What happens when the self is destroyed? That is the question Josh Fomon explores in his debut collection THOUGH WE BLED METICULOUSLY. This initial catastrophe, both macro and microcosmic, is the nucleus of the exploration, but what matters is the centrifugal rays--the discoveries in survival.