Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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He crawled as the sky cracked
bent low on knees, lacking not
a covering, aural cadences of
richness, protection disguise
yet a bond breaking breach
onslaught of crude, mundane
vulgar, grammatical violations
beat down his back, vulnerable
tiring with age, unable to bear.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. October 6, 2015