The Fly Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like
a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it
skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern.
The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it
Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain
suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear
the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what
appears to be a landing strip, it is not but a dirt road.
It is a bumpy landing the plane breaks a wing and comes
to a stop on its side. Quickly the pilot gets out, just
in case of fire, he lights a cigarette and think of how
lucky he has been. Throws the stub of the cigarette to
the ground…explosion. I kill the fly with a rolled up
newspaper…no survivors.