Notte
Italian night
In Umbrio, in Amatrice
At six-point-two—and now
Rest is something
Else
It is what remains
After all has
Fallen and a
Victim people
Try to rise
Nature has
Split the nation
We must go there
To reach into
Rocks and
Open earth
To remove
Into airy day
Those who must
Exhale still
In order to
Remove or rebuild
Notte bianca o in bianco,
In sleepless night
clcouch123 
August 25, 2016 at 1:25 am
oh dear. your beautiful lines are melancholic. as if they cry for the place mother earth has opened in half. ❤ you have that skill, brother. ❤
August 26, 2016 at 6:23 pm
The way you express your response is moving, sister. Thank you. The Earth and all of us become vulnerable when this happens.
August 25, 2016 at 1:34 am
I agree. Such a horrible natural thing. When the grand swallows people up. I still want to visit sometime soon, but I feel awful for the people who have lost loved ones and those who are suffering, trapped or otherwise. Thanks for creating awareness of current events.
August 26, 2016 at 6:27 pm
Thank you, Amanda. Reacting to events in verse has become instinctive. Yes, visiting right there would be a comfort. As far as I know, rescuers are still looking for people, buried (what a horror) and alive.