Let's workshop this poem about the outlandish explanations and unhinged quarrels--fueled perhaps by low blood sugar--that emerge among New Agers around hoaxed phenomena (like crop circles)
Blood Sugar
Fistfights, mostly reiki,
between different groups
of hangry fatsos—many insisting
the crop circles are patterns
left by alien takeoff propulsion,
but a few calling them
Nazi signs, demon code,
and even Gaia’s cries for help
in our era of climate change.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)