Poetry. Like Herodotus narratives, THE SLOW SALUTE evokes images of foreign battlefields and the one heartache that howls through the ages. Written as an elegy for Sgt. William Stacey, the entirety of the book is like a manual of ritual behavior, the remains of a fallen warrior returned to loved ones. The hand off. The boot strap, the gun salute. The intense description transcends time, its straightforward verse becomes a hum, a song, a plea; and the weight of someone lost is felt and difficult.
