Let's workshop this poem about how the cultural possibility that molestation might be extraterrestrial in natural gives hope for American "uncles" (especially in the Midwest) to dodge a major bullet
Uncle John’s Mask
Special as they make us feel,
alien molesters reflect
a flagrant failure of vision: not only
do their Hollywood-shaped forms
resemble us more than most
from our own planet,
they share our fixation
with sexual organs—as if
they were just Uncle John all along.
“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).