The voice in Margaret Wack’s remarkable debut chapbook is drenched in myth but also with the knowledge that all myths must fade in time, like everybody, like every culture – like humanity itself. A vatic magnetism pulls the reader in as these poems reckon with impermanence and the impending end of the Anthropocene, but also unapologetically revel in the numinous viscerality of each present moment, insisting on making new songs to the end.