Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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After five years, dry bones are taken
from their lonely sepulchers and tossed
into a community pit, to wait winds
that breathe, to walk again. At death
we leave our organic parts behind
skeleton, skin, muscles, plexuses, organs
atrophied, consumed until dust
funeral, cemetery, burial receptacles
tombs and graves for pauper and rich alike
are merely metaphors for the living
a lack of faith and knowledge of our
electromagnetic force field, spiritual
essence, intelligence, spark of life
our body influenced by others, that leaves
its robot abandoned, free from time.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. 8/26/2013