“levato's elegy for dead languages, while a more baroque and sculpted collection, is also a powerful testament to modernity. levato traces the blind-spots of war, particularly controversial american interventions in the middle east. elegy for dead languages is an imagistic tour de force, and levato's unsparing lens is just the sort these subjects deserve and require. the collection's poems seem unduly cerebral only if we forget -- as we must never forget -- that these are real appendages being torn apart, real pieties being eviscerated, real landscapes being ravaged. brian turner has already given us a view of war from the front lines; levato's perspective is a more distant but also (perhaps in consequence of its distance) an even more comprehensive one. it is right that we should again be troubled by poetry; and it is right that when poetry troubles us it should move us not merely to emotion but to action. levato's book meets the high standards not only of testament but also -- albeit in the sociopolitical, rather than militaristic sense -- a call-to-arms. the horrors of war are too easily rendered as kantian sublimities for which the stateside mind can find no objective correlative; levato suffuses us, instead, in the facts, figures, and bureaucratic speech out of which real-time horrors are in actuality composed. a necessary and suitably unforgiving book.”—seth abramson, huffington post