Two Liners Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Two liners
He sat on a square stone under an olive tree
contemplating his afterlife.

What if he came back as a donkey in Sudan?
Or dromedary in Sahara.

He could become a dog like the one at his feet,
The dog looked up, wagged its tail slowly.

Pondering this he came to the conclusion
He wanted to be a long-lived olive tree.

The olive tree in Portugal, if in Palestine he risked
Being set aflame by settlers