remember the days?—
dimebags
and diamonds
cutting through steel
hot and heavy
doused in liquid cool
tempered
ready to rock—
a hell of a run
ended
by the sound
of a mother
fucking
gun.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 3, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Online) - Published: September 13th, 2026 06:50
- Comment from author about the poem: For Darrell. Fuck gun violence and the culture that enables, empowers, and produces it. Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
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