I admire poetry that has a purpose, just as I do prose; I admire poetry that could not be prose. Both these poems express themselves in a way that only poetry can. They are resonant, puzzling, beautiful, and leave the reader with the sense that, really, they are accessible.
These poems speak the insanity of the common person -- American person? -- who goes about her day, sincerely plastering a troops sticker on the back bumper of her vehicle, except that the poet's razor's edge is dangerously sane. Hasn't it always been so.
I appreciate the absence of punctuation; it makes me work, find the rhythym, feel. Thank you.