Some favourite passages from this lush first collection: I kneel beside priests burning camphor upon the ghats, brace this eldest son for what he must break with his hands and the sight of his father's soul freed from the fabric of his skull. end of 'Sacrum' ...and the birds with nowhere to alight, all falling from the sky with little sound, their hearts damp fireworks going off in their chests. * His father's voice a black ship sealed with pitch. from 'Telemachy' If we let t