The Great Delaware Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

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Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

HALT!

speed meet stop!

hard exclamation.

whiplash.

concussive conclusion.

it’s all me,

they say.

all

my fault

say they,

who populate

and pray

that

their deeds

be seen great,

while their morals

are thrown away.

STALL!

till all y’all

can gather

and scrub up

unholy lather,

from blubber

and a caustic lie,

eats a hole in one

called truth.

BLAST OFF!

stop switches speed,

intentionally

g-force phenomenon

meets the necronomicon.

the givers of life

forget the sacred word,

cutting the head off

of the sacred bird,

blood drips

ward—pools—

gathers in the birdbath,

while simultaneously seeping

down the plastered lath.

god’s tears

won’t be quenched—

flood, baby, flood—

until justice rolls down like

the great Delaware River.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 28, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: July 28th, 2026 08:51
Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
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In collections: Truth, Applied.