Death holds indomitable sway over us all;
Beware: an axe swings where feet never tread.
Like a winding river through pale, tall grass—
Death’s indomitable sway looming over us—
A snake lies lifeless bleeding crimson ooze
From opened arteries of attrition.
Wistful like a river through pale, tall grass—
Death’s unsubduable sway lurching over all—
The serpent oozing in oscillations.
A snake lies lifeless bleeding crimson thick
From opened arteries fast accosted—
Death’s unsubduable grasp is strangling us all—
Wistful like a river through pale, tall grass,
The serpent spraying in oscillations.
Lo! Above! A great bird—eagle—soaring wing span.
The snake still lifeless bleeding crimson quick
From opened arteries fast dissected—
Death’s unsubduable grip is crushing us all—
Woeful like a river through dead, tall grass;
Serpent still squirting in oscillations.
Down from the sky descending with great speed,
Savior? Above! A great eagle—bald—killer wing span.
Sectioned snake wiggles, bleeding crimson blood
From opened arteries, hatchet-severed—
Woeful like a river through dead, tall grass,
Snake blood still spurts out in oscillations;
Death’s unstoppable power oppresses us all.
That’s no eagle savior—nay, a turkey buzzard
Descending down from the sky with great speed.
Sectioned snake seen gushing a crimson flood
From butchered arteries, sharp axe-severed—
Thrillful like a river through tall field grass,
Snake blood alerts out in oscillations.
Death’s indomitable jaws swallow us all—
Truth: an axe swings where feet will never tread.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 13, 2025
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- Comment from author about the poem: Exsanguination Nation, is another written in my original Revelatory Cascade Form, which I created on December 25, 2024. The form consists of seven stanzas with expanding line counts (2–8), interwoven with repeated and mutating lines that spiral toward revelation. In this piece, the severed snake, the eagle, and the buzzard carry the grotesque truth of empire: that it always bleeds itself dry.
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This poem brings to mind several images. The snake on the banner (Don't tread on me, the severed snake representing that unity is important, the snake in the garden that tempted Eve and God said you will bruise his heel but he will crush your head) The serpent of the Mayan people. I remember grabbing a six foot rattler by the neck and couldn't turn loose out of fear of being bit till I could sever its head. There is an inbred fear of the serpent in man. This is a powerful write very symbolic.
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