John Martino's second collection, Enemy Lines, redraws the boundaries of modern poetry, ruthlessly weaponizing the medium to vandalize the cultural landscape, strip it for parts, and reassemble the fragments into a series of unapologetic poems that read like glitched transmissions from a rogue signal gone deliberately haywire. In an era of socio-political fracturing and retreat into extreme tribalism, this collection refuses to capitulate, declaring itself "a band / of one" that takes neither sides nor prisoners. For the reader who dares to cross it, Enemy Lines offers a divisive, irreverent, confrontational encounter, but one that ultimately yields "a premortem / afterbirth inbetween / delight."