The Inlet Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

There is a small narrow inlet
on the coast of Cascais, or rather a scare
in the landscape the sea comes in has nowhere to go
churns around like a witches' brew it is like looking
into a watery hell.
A man jumped into this dervishes dance and vanished,
other suicide victims are typically washed
Out to sea. In this case, the man was pushed into a cave
no one knew existed the floor was thick with gold sand
and the walls were studded with diamonds
The man was ecstatic he was suddenly rich
the wealthiest man in the world; then he fell asleep.
In the morning he was hungry walked further
into the cave found a lake of pure water and drank
and drank till he stomachs almost burst.
On the other side of the lake, he saw a light, swam
across the water was freezing, high up there
a sliver of light narrow as a virgin`s vagina.
He knew he was doomed, back on to his riches
he sat down and cried could only think of a slice
of bread with blueberry on.
He sat there till he died of hunger and the world
would never know he was the wealthiest man on the earth.