
I'm going to describe this book properly in a reply to this, spoilered out, because it's heavily triggering.
Colin Mackay went to Bosnia as an aid worker, during the war. Bosnia haunted him ever after, until he committed suicide in 2003. To read his poetry in this volume is like watching the haunting.
I knew about it because of Karine Polwart's song, “Waterlily“. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6A-OhXL3ATs
It was a reread for me. Still haunted.
By way of a parting shot, the Serbs thrust a knife into her vagina.
Very clearly, Mackay could not forget. 1d
I hope with all my heart that his death brought him the peace he clearly could not find. 1d