Tristan Robert Lange

Pantoum of Doom

What is left for us?
What was ever there?
Have we missed the bus?
Does anyone care?
 
What’s ever been there—
‘Neath the rusted truss—
Does anyone care?
Are we stuck like thus?
 
‘Neath the awful truss,
Life’s a rotten stare—
Are we plucked like thus?—
We’re caught unaware.
 
Life’s an evil stare—
Have we missed the bus?
We’re caught unaware.
What is left for us?
 
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 14, 2025.
 
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