Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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BONES

Mephistopheles from his office
The sea moves the bones
left behind, current measured
benthic silence, intrepid menís
remnants shift with tides
emptied returns flow
in fading glow, my cousinís body
and fighter plane falling
from the sky, riddled with flak
their bold flames doused in stars
and salt, Pacific black night
and last skeleton of light.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. 12/16/2012 Somewhere over the Atlantic.