for the birds

Tristan Robert Lange



a double-crested
cormorant sits—
stately—
perched upon
 
galvanized
steel,
 
sitting there,
down the way
at the penis tip
of a cross-shaped
 
pier
 
beyond a rusty,
weathered gate
barring human entry.
 
a stark reminder
of God’s natural position:
 
idols are for the birds.
 
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. 
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 11, 2026.
 
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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2026 07:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection. Image: original photograph and design by Tristan Robert Lange.
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  • sorenbarrett

    And why is religion so against sex? Did not god say be fruitful? So many sexual images buried in this poem the pier, the gate and then the introduction of the cross on the pier canceling it, the gate rusted and barring entry. I heard Freud mumble in his grave. Oh but that is but a hole as well. But what sums it up well is the final line idols are for the birds. A fave my friend this one was tight.

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Exactly, my friend! The sacred and sexual are tangled together here quite deliberately. Religion has spent centuries trying to fence off what creation made perfectly natural...while the cormorant sits beyond it all, molting and entirely unbothered. 🀘🀣 Thank you for the fave! πŸ¦β€β¬›β›ͺπŸš§πŸ™

      • sorenbarrett

        My pleasure Tristan

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        so very well put my friend

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Thank you kindly, Norman! So glad this one connected...much appreciated, my friend. πŸ¦β€β¬›β›ͺπŸš§πŸ™

          • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

            It certainly did

          • Lorenz

            The birds never stop rummaging inside us ...

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Indeed, Lorenz! Perhaps that restless kinship is precisely why this fellow felt prophetic to me. Much appreciated! πŸ¦β€β¬›β›ͺπŸš§πŸ™

            • orchidee

              Popeye into bird-watching?! lol.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Orchi, spinach gives him strength, Olive Oyl gives him grief, and apparently Ocean Grove, NJ gives him hobbies! Let's be honest, he's all over the damn place! Why? Tune into WCAT to find out, of course! πŸ¦β€β¬›β›ͺπŸš§πŸ™

              • Kevin Hulme

                I prefer the Old Testament with it's Oscar Winning Special Effects. Better than the New Testament.
                That's got nothing to do with the Poem. Just thought I'd mention it.
                Although a very Cryptic and Clever Write.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Kevin, I’ll happily accept the unsolicited biblical cinema review! πŸ˜‚ Personally, I think Revelation sweeps the visual-effects categories. Heavy Metal Scripture on acid, as it were. 🀘🀣 Anywho, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem, my friend! πŸ¦β€β¬›β›ͺπŸš§πŸ™

                  • Kevin Hulme

                    My Pleasure.

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Oh, hell, I cannot resist:

                    HAIL CORMORANT! πŸ¦β€β¬›πŸ€˜
                    Prof(ane/ound)? revealer of human stupidity...nature’s black-robed prophet, molting without shame, perched at the tip of a sanctified dickhead while humanity rusts behind its own fucking gate. (was this in my outside voice? 🀣).



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