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Title: The Fraud of Eternity
Author: Darryl Houston Smith
Publisher: Dyad House
Published: 2025
Pages: 42
Genre: Poetry
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The Fraud of Eternity
by Darryl Houston Smith
Review by: AlexandraC
5/5 stars
Book Summary
Darryl Houston Smith's The Fraud of Eternity utilizes strict formal structures to explore themes of suffering and the harsh realities of existence. Grounded in the landscape of Lowell, Massachusetts, the collection confronts decay, mortality, and the search for truth without offering easy comfort.
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Darryl Houston Smith’s collection The Fraud of Eternity demonstrates an obvious structural design and purpose right from the start when it dedicates the book “to winter” and uses a rigid form of poetry – the Dyad (or ABAB, or ABCB). Smith describes this rigid form of poetry as a way to create a conflict of emotion against “the bars of a rigid meter” instead of an easy one. Therefore, the result of using this form of poetry creates a dramatic and stark view of suffering and humanity — one that is obviously influenced by previous writers such as Charles Baudelaire, Louis-Ferdinand Celine and Jim Morrison.
Smith’s writing has both a philosophical and visceral quality to it. In “the monolith”, Smith writes that “birth is merely the beginning of sin”, and describes the earth as “a slaughterhouse for prayer where souls are dragged through centuries of slime.” A similar, somber view of the earth and man exists throughout the entire collection, and can be seen in poems such as “Merrimack in Iron”, and “Granite Teeth”.
These poems establish a connection between the abstract, philosophical despair present in much of the writing to the concrete, tangible reality of Lowell, Massachussetts. The “granite, river and ice” of the Merrimack Valley exist as a metaphor, but also exist as physical things that “command a specific type of silence”. As you read, you find yourself walking through “Edson Cemetery (Sunday)” or thinking about “the drained out vein” of “Canal Water Blues” and watching a world that is filled with “old mills feeding ghosts”, and a world that is almost conspiratorial in how everything decays.
The Fraud of Eternity continually deals with the dualities of beauty and ruin, and often finds a cold comfort in the ruins. “The Warmth of Hell” denies the “empty blue” of the clouds, opting instead to lean towards “furnaces and loam”, where “hell blooms beneath the frost, a rooted home.” Even the poem “The Dyad” examines the required tension created by two entities that “brace the weight of Fraud we cannot move”, and finds strength in their parallel existence, not their merged existence.
For those who enjoy poetry that does not shy away from the hard truths of the world, The Fraud of Eternity offers a strong contender. It is a work that is designed to make the reader confront the difficult realities of life, and find a beauty in its rigid, unyielding structure.
Fraud of Eternity is not poetry that inspires hope or lifts the spirits. Rather, it is a deliberate, unapologetic body of work that forces the reader to confront the harsh realities of existence, decay and the cycles of suffering. Smith's rigid form of poetry serves his vision perfectly and provides the exact level of tension he seeks.
Readers who enjoy the darker aspects of Romanticism and Symbolism will likely connect with Fraud of Eternity. Similarly, readers who enjoy poetry that is not afraid to deal with the harsh realities of the world will also connect with it. While it is a solid piece of work within the aesthetic of the writer, readers need to understand that they are embarking on a difficult journey.
The Fraud of Eternity
Feb 18th 2026
Posted by Literary Titan 5 Star Review
The Fraud of Eternity is a compact, bleakly beautiful collection of poems that circles around death, suffering, and spiritual exhaustion in the industrial landscape of Lowell, Massachusetts. The book moves through four sections, from the cosmic brutality of “The Slaughterhouse” to the brick mills by the Merrimack, then into personal hauntings and finally toward a kind of hard, earthbound acceptance. The voice keeps reaching for images of slaughter, mud, ice, and machinery, and it does that through very strict rhyme and meter, what the author calls “The Dyad,” mostly ABAB patterns that hold the emotion inside tight little cages. References to Baudelaire, Rimbaud, and the French Symbolists appear both directly and through the tone, and the notes at the end make that lineage explicit.
As a reader, I was first grabbed by the sheer force of the language. The images have teeth. “The Monolith,” “The Wheel And The Knife,” and “The Venom Of Thought” all hit with a kind of controlled violence. The clock shaving off skin, the river turned into steel, the falls chewing the water like granite jaws, scenes like that stay with me. The strict rhyme and meter work well here. They act like restraints, and the emotion pushes against them until it starts to vibrate. I appreciate that discipline. In a time when so much poetry goes loose and drifty, the choice to stay formal feels bold and very deliberate. At times, I caught myself reading lines aloud just to feel the rhythm click into place, and that is usually a sign that the craft is doing its job.
The book insists again and again that heaven is empty and that the real, honest place is the “slaughterhouse” of the earth, the warm mud, the mills, the graveyard on a cold Sunday. Poems like “The Morning Star Rejected” and “The Warmth Of Hell” lean hard into that stance, and I felt both fascinated and unsettled. It is a defiantly anti-transcendent vision. No soft afterlife, no comforting light, only heat, soil, and repetition. For me, the most moving pieces are where that philosophy meets human tenderness. “Edson Cemetery (Sunday)” has a quiet envy of the dead that cut deeper than the louder cosmic lines. “The Dyad” turns a metaphysical idea into an intimate portrait of love as two pillars holding up one roof, never merging, still sharing the strain. The pairing of “Fear Not Death (Original)” and “Fear No Death (Eulogy)” adds another twist, one dark and nihilistic, the other gentler and consoling. That contrast made me feel like I was watching the poet argue with himself, and I liked that tension.
I would recommend The Fraud of Eternity to readers who enjoy dark, formally structured poetry, and to people who already feel at home with Baudelaire, Poe, or Jim Morrison’s more apocalyptic writing. It suits anyone who wants a serious, unflinching look at despair, religion, industry, and the body, and who does not mind walking through a very shadowy landscape to get there. If you want poems that stare straight into the night and refuse to look away, this collection will feel like exactly the right kind of trouble.
Pages: 38 | ASIN : B0GF9T4RCZ