Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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At the end, avenging destinies
now judge his life and death
indifferently, broken soul
and contrite, huddled near
barrels of blazing refuse
to warm an old frame
atrophied, stiff, folded arms
kneeling legs, bowed head
in meditation of mortal sin
messages to a God above
the sparkling cinders into
a darkening night that lingers.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. June 25, 2014