I find Clover's poetry a bit cold, though erudite and linguistically intriguing. Not many modern poets, however, have the guts to be straight-up political in their work, and though Clover hasn't blended his political angst within the larger context of the Poem evenly, as in the work of Clayton Eshleman, I admire his attempt and will be paying attention to his work in the future. At this point in history we can't, as poets, sit in our ivory towers and write poems about birds without also mentioning the birds falling out of the sky.