<i>CEASE</i> begins with the words, "to keep the peace/we need a wall/to fall to our knees before...." Framed by the long poem, "wall," Beth Bachmann's new collection of poetry wildly upturns the boundaries between bodies at peace and bodies at war, between the human territory of border walls and the effects of war on the environment and landscape, between the movements of soldiers and of refugees, between terror as an interior state and violences performed on the body, and between the words of politicians and the breath of a poem. Taking up Muriel Rukeyser's call for women poets to respond to war, "Women and poets see the truth arrive," the poems in <i>CEASE</i> are almost breathless in their speed and presence on the page. <i>CEASE</i> is both a plea and an awakening to peace as a process and a transient state.