Tristan Robert Lange

Necropolis

I am a free thinker—always will be—

I do not swoon but push forward in thought.

Yet, my thoughts—it turns out—are not that free,

And showing any brilliance gets one shot.

Walking streets a ghost—piss in the pot—

Transparent flesh reveals my rot.

Once whole, I have been devoured

By these zombies around me.

It used to be a tale—

Two cities...one.

Augustine to

Necropolis.

The gorging

Dead.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, October 28, 2025.

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