Let's workshop this poem about a souvenir shop in a remote region that sells products with outrageous messages of hate directed at tourists, products that themselves have become tourist attractions
Well North of the City
The souvenir shop
in the once-hidden locale
sells hats and now mugs
with incitements
too anti-tourist—even
bald enough to channel
the despising eyes
of the diner waitress
(“Tourists Noosed at Nightfall”)—
for buying one not to be
a tourist must-do
all its own.
“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)