With “The Prophets’ Heaven,” acclaimed horror writer Robert Chambers plays with form to make a group of dream-like prose poems. In one section, a woman empties a jar of bloodstream on the patch of white flowers, crying out, “I’ve killed him I cherished!” In another, a clown tells Loss of life, “You have become gorgeous.” These eerie, yet ethereal poems defy interpretation and will linger in the minds of readers.