Posterity Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Posterity

Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace
his body was pale as the unborn sun
sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated
down to the roof of a neighbour.
Since he didn't have paper, he wrote on the wall
"I shat here! "
Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and
clean the house came; an elderly maid, who had
seen it all.
While Adam was breakfasting came to the terrace
hosed down the offending words.
Adam's pathetic attempts to be remembered for
posterity was in vain.