'this doesnt have a name' seems a key point/poem in the book. weve had argument & elegant statement - but now mckenzies letting it all out: a rant - in a sense - but a complexly managed one - 'before the wall came down how pleasant on the beaches' - this is the wall coming down & the voices pouring over/out. the poem offers an alternative to speaking for suffering multitudes by giving a range of tones & perspectives & changing tack/rhythm. 'la plus ca change the more it fucking doesnt'- more anger than suffering - but the anger is relieved (or accentuated?) by the breaks into other kinds of phrasing - its like the news .. an unpappified news ..