Moving through the puckered stone of Roman ruins in the present, poet Debasish Lahiri unearths rumpled vestments of the human heart buried there, making the ruins revenant. On the leeward side of heraldry and historical oversight women and men, lovers and misanthropes, unwilling gladiators and unlikely saints, doomed dreamers and gullible aesthetes thrive in the pages of Legion of Lost Letters. These forgotten beings from beyond the millennial horizon ponder the second millennium. The light of these lives, effigies of breathing, made pale and frail by time, resonates Legion of Lost Letters: a light that is not yet loud enough to be heard.