Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Green jungles cover our fatherís mound
hardwood epitaphs where quetzals sound
gnarled underbrush where jaguars run
solemn, lonesome, future bereaved
born in tribulation to carve, in a wilderness
a city conceived, cast out from Jerusalem
lamentations and regrets, to struggle
with close kin, until the Spaniards came
subjugated and did them in.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 9/15/2013