Introduction by wayne allen jones charlie newman's poetry comes at you from a ragged left margin but two lines into any poem and you realize there is nothing ragged about the left of charlie's writing or his vision his lines, images, ironies, and voice. His work rings with the precision and rhythm of tool steel hammers pounding on the hull of the sunken freighter of the body politic looking for survivors looking at the ways our humanity elevates us and degrades us. The geography of charlie's poetic world, of charlie's political world, has been charted by sign posts as clear and as functional as his poems - you cannot get lost when reading them even in the dimmest black light. At the same time there is nothing right-justified and nothing justified by the right you learn how well-trained a seal you are the first time you see one of these poems and try to turn the book upside-down to get the straight edge on the left. That's just the difference here the right is straight but irrelevant the left is ragged but sure and will never let you get lost. you will tour the deadmachinecity, you will see things you have never seen, in a light you have never seen you leave knowing you will never see anything the same way again and you will be glad to still be alive to tell your tale to ones you love, to tell it to anyone – even the ones who need it most.