Archipelagos (Peepal Tree Press), the eighth book of poems by US-based Jamaican Geoffrey Philp, begins with a vision of Columbus and his crew arriving in the Caribbean “spurred by fever” for gold and conquest, and ends with a quotation from Bob Marley: “We must emancipate ourselves from mental slavery.” The poems collected between these poles range far and wide over centuries and continents in a restless but always sharply focused exploration of the multiple connections between colonialism and capitalism, empire and the dilemmas of the Anthropocene era. If the end of the world often feels near at hand in Philp’s elegantly enraged poems, so does the imperative towards a moral reckoning.