Let's workshop this poem about how humans are pathetic--or, about how dark snakes have managed to "smudge down" the Mars Face we caught a glimpse of in 1976 (before the fuckers finished the job)
The Sphinx of Cydonia
The eye-socket (shadow
from an opportune sun angle)
and the black nostril (lost data)
absent in new shots of the face
on Mars, most yelled
“Illuminati lies!”—but a few cited
“dark smudging,” which says
dark-matter snakes scrub
our reality to provoke division.
“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)