There is no solace

in writing down
what I see
in front of me.

Yes, it is
a summer day,
but how does that
help your day?

I’m not here
to write things down
that mean
nothing already foreseen.

I’m here
to make a difference---
to do something
that extends my existence.

Because I’m only here
for a short while.
People before and after-
that are now with Casper-

have been in this spot.
So no, I do not
care about the coconut
floating past my luxurious hut.

I care
that at the end,
my life outlasts time---
the world’s oldest crime.