I dropped awake and felt it was a dream, / Or seemed to be. I dreamed our prey / Was waiting, just like us, for something too.

We’ve entered the land of Jesus, Jacuzzis, / And jet skis.

It is refreshing to read poetry that doesn't have to bullshit about what it is. Hilbert can write a sonnet that sounds so natural - and so casually American - that heard aloud, one might not even recognize it for what it is. Or rather, one would recognize it for exactly what it is: great poetry.