The alarmist poet joins with the alarmist CIA, alarming the confused and the desperate. I was never worried about apocalypse anyway. I've never been to war, or starved. Excuse me for being bored always. Poems on war want me. Intelligence needs me to be indignant and scared. The war poets are didactic. They themselves never dared. Excuse me if my poems don't reek of emergency. Go ahead, die. I won't die for anyone. Least of all me.