Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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HE DIED FOR LOVE

…ill at ease he went to the front
cruelly wounded by mournful lack
of judgment, laying naked
the primal man, bewildered
as death was uprooted, blown
torn, love stripped bare
green limbs shredded
words exhausted, doubled
in his private trench, without breath
winds of shrapnel zinging overhead.




c) Jan G. Otterstrom F. November 3, 2013