To read Dean Young's Elegy for the Last Male Northern White Rhino is to know that "One idea is a door can be opened / by pressing your forehead against / a sheet of paper." Meanwhile he is passing through the entryway carrying reams. In this new chapbook he is at work, stacking the broken rowboats as he suggests that there is always one more dimension. He has spent years "in a steel cage counting syllables." Come now. Count with him.