
It has been cut
Into me.
Has it been cut
Into you?
The rotting world
Wounds before it exits—
Stage left—
Sign of the buzzard
In eagle feathers,
Sound of the dove
Drip,
Drip,
Dripping with blood.
Triggers trigger us all—
Bring in the offender’s pall—
Only an execution will do,
A jackassassination,
To feed the hyenas
Laughing at the feast.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

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