My new digs in Italy,

near the Blue Grotto of Capri

sit on the razor edge of a precipice

looking over the Med.

The buildings have been there

for centuries.

But when I stand on the brink,

I can see,

under twenty feet of ocean,

foundation stones and bones,

ephemera of the last land slide

where a slab of rock forty yards wide

slid beneath the waves,

drowning everyone

(unless they were as lucky as hell!)

Well, I’m here to tell

that, perhaps tomorrow,

or a few centuries from now,

my cliff and home and maybe me!

are going to be

a reef in the sea.

And so I wait for the

inevitability,

enjoying, in the mean time,

that view!

Water, crystal blue,

hungry to drown you.

I hold my breath,

revel in all that beauty,

and wait for death.

What more is there to do?