Two Liners
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
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