In her new collection, Earth, Mercy, Mary Rose O'Reilley sifts through the debris of human habitation -- pink thong sandals, curlers, broken televisions -- looking for a kind of junkyard grace: Holiness enters again / turquoise fins, and the Cessna's carapace / lifts on its wind.
The first poem, Genesis, locates the reader in Edenic time, in that humid and green / arrival, while the last, Watching the End of the World from Hovland, Minnesota,...