Wheatfields
Let's workshop this poem about people clinging, in spite of the evidence presented by skeptics and debunkers, to childish beliefs of fantasy (attractive perhaps due to their divertive power).
Wheatfields
Even after crop circles
have been revealed
as hoaxes copycatted
across the continents,
the debunkers still fail
to pin our faces toward
the mirror of our gullibility:
like catfish
flapping, we scream
“coverup” or burrow
into other depressive unrealities
like bigfoot.
