NAVAJO NATION poet laureate Jake Skeets won several national awards for his 2019 debut, which centers on queer eros on the rez. His stunning follow-up, Horses (Milkweed Editions), describes devastations wrought by climate change, mining spoiled landscapes for elegies peppered with Diné vocabulary and marked by stark white spaces. (“The cornfield where I grew up is nothing but sand,” he explains.) Sparked by 191 feral horses found submerged in the muck of a former pond, killed by their search for water, the title poem and others evoke a collapsing world. But dreaming is a sixth sense in Diné cosmology, and so these images flow to “the water of the next world … caught somewhere at the horizon, like the morning.”