"Would that the Roman people had but one neck," said the mad emperor Caligula, "that I might chop it through." In Arranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic, Mike Wilson takes on our own mad would-be emperor, a man "sharpening the hatchet / for our collective suicide." Wilson, a poet of keen intelligence, guides us through this upside-down world where "Antarctica is hotter than L.A." and "all the answers on Jeopardy are lies." Here is the MAGA-hatted, assault-rifle...