A paean to life, death, and everything in between, Boxing in the Bone Orchard is a sly, black-humoured take on post-modern absurdities. Peppered with surreal abstractions, McRae’s tough-but-tender world is peopled with sleepy angels, mindful cows and talking scarecrows; eyeballing an alternate reality where the poet cocks a snook at the Grim Reaper while merrily contemplating the meaning of clouds and the self’s extinction.