Great Regulars: The last part of Warhorses is a long poem ingeniously

titled "Autobiography of My Alter Ego," crafted out of matching half-lines like a call-and-response. The life described is both the poet's and not the poet's. A grandfather tells the poem's speaker, "Boy, you/were born one hundred steps/ahead of many. You/inherited the benefit of a doubt." As a poet of supreme sensitivity--that vibrating membrane--it has been [Yusef] Komunyakaa's fate to experience the extreme violence of race, of war, and of love, and to survive them all, heavy with the measure of those who are dead, making songs that are potent and comprehensive.

from Karl Kirchwey: The Philadelphia Inquirer: Poems vibrating with war, love

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