Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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INWARD FLED

The acute murmur in mourning
of insignificance, as time has run
its course, echoes finally in
a realization that life has waned
signals, whistles go un-noticed
words sung softly, inward fled
from anthem flags fluttering
damp cheeks, moist tears
calmly flow, before an exit
firing squad´s shower of lead
sorrowful only, for those left.




c) Jan G. Otterstrom F. December 18, 2013