Zeus´s Revenge 4
Poem By Oskar Hansen
He, the best racing driver of all time, seven times
he won the championship and he was able to retire
still young and now very rich; yes the gods had smiled
upon this lucky man. What did they have in mind?
He had defied death hundred times was there a price
to be paid, a man with brutal skills and killer instincts.
Winter holiday, we saw him skiing down a slope,
lost his balance and fell, a banal accident one that
we laugh about, but his head met a rock and he lost
He lingers in his bed doesn´t know his name, maybe
he never will, this hard fall from glory it is not fair
that he should live life on soiled bed linen till he is
dead. No mourners, but relief that at last his unjust
suffering is over and hundred books about his exploits
will go unread on dusty shelves.