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