Today's book for the Sealey Challenge is Dynamite, by Anders Carlson-Wee (Bull City Press, 2015).This one is, for real, hard-hitting, as they say, beginning, with the title poem, "Dynamite":
My brother hits me hard with a stick
so I whip a choke-chain
across his face. We're playing
a game called Dynamite
where everyting you throw
is a stick of dynamite
unless it's pine.
Imagination or reality, dream or dumpster dive, it all hurts. There's more fighting later, and a "Polaroid" to prove it. The brothers ride the rails, and one brother rides alone. Even so, and over time
You have learned very little.
But that little is what you are throwing
in the furnace. That little is stoking the dust-
coals of last year and burning something.
Lost, but maybe found. "I've heard it said that the kingdom of heaven / surrounds us though we fail to see."