a
worm,
the poet is
objectionable
to those who
believe soil is
property owned,
rather than
digested shit
that reminds
us all that
from dirt
we came
and to rot
we shall
all return.
we stand
on the
corpses
of those
we once
loved.
the
poet’s
truth
lives
on
.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 7. 2026.
Tittu
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some of you already heard this when I soft-released it here and shared the lyrics back in October 2025. Necromancy Sublime is now officially out and available on all major (and most minor) streaming platforms. This is part of Dark Alchemy, my forthcoming album under the project name TragicLife. Listen wherever you stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hq7j8OZjye2P3zATczSWT?si=76c3f8a716e64ce3
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Nicely done.Your poem revolves around the transient nature of life and the interconnectedness of existence, emphasizing that humans are part of a larger cycle of life and death. The poet critiques the commodification of land and property, suggesting that the earth is ultimately a shared resource that connects all living beings
Friendship, this is a thoughtful and generous reading. You captured both the critique and the larger cycle I was trying to sit inside, without stripping it of its edge. Thank you for engaging with it so fully, my dear friend! 🪱🖤🙏🌱
The worm is in the words shape and all. Indeed dirt is more than powered rock it is rot as well and out of rot comes new life and back again it goes. As a poet new work comes from old and as it dies it returns to where it came from. Well done Tristan
Thank you so much, Soren. You saw the shape, the cycle, and the way language consumes itself to keep going. I really appreciate your time and perceptive read, my friend. 🪱🖤🙏🌱
You are always most welcome my friend
A fine write T. Oh no, not dark! lol. Can't see what I'm doing. Nor can....... we knows him/them! He's one who 'dishes the dirt up!' lol.
Thank you, sir. Did you know Obi is a glugger too? He glugs 15 tons of worms a day! 🪱🖤🙏🌱 Explains a lot, right? LOL
Ashes to ashes, taxes paid, you may join your ancestors in the ground.
It's a fitting end to know the worms you put on fishing hooks are now sifting your soul.
I will be more respectful to worms now.
Paul, I hear you…and I appreciate how you stayed with the image instead of skirting it. There’s something grounding in the way you turn respect back toward the smallest workers in the cycle. That recognition matters. Thanks for engaging with it honestly. 🪱🖤🙏🌱
Liked "we stand on the corpses we once loved" how true. Nice read, clever write!!
Thank you, Katie! Glad that line delivered and you enjoyed! 🪱🖤🙏🌱
That worm certainly illustrated that Real Estate is not ultimate reality, Tristan.
Now I'd like to take it further to point out that bits of moi were once a star, but cannot find a worm substitute connector. Any tips? Or could this be another case of DIY...?😜
Dave, that made me grin. There's always that weird sewer/garbage compactor worm/snake thinky in the Original Star Wars? Not sure that is any better, scientifically speaking, than the flying spaghetti 🍝 monster, but it's currently my best effort! 🤣 🪱🖤🙏🌱
Viva the Flying Spaghetti Monster !😂👍
So true in what you said. Good one.
Thank you, Kevin. Much appreciated, my friend!
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