Post-apocalyptic poetry is the logical successor to apocalyptic poetry and the emotional predecessor of post-post-apocalyptic poetry, which is mostly about sand.
He’s both bloodless and bloodthirsty, despotic and decomposing, ultra-violent and highly reflective in the ultraviolet band: Potentate Imax, the Pale Pasha of Pain.
Kirkus Reviews had several nice words for MBOTA. I counted them, but I’m not prepared to share that information just yet. Or you could just read it and count for yourself. I don’t care. Whatever.