Monday, 21 May 2012


The epicentre was in Modena
Six reported dead, yet only
Last august in dazzling sunlight
We sipped Peroni on those streets
Arrivals by train from Bologna
Fierce heat driving impatience
For the next cultural fix
Followed by Panini with ham
And aceto balsamico

Now over British tea with toast
On a crisp May Sunday morning
We stare silently at cracked walls
As Modena’s rubble tumbles
From screen on to breakfast table
Struck with shock still we say nothing
Though inside we’re both wondering
With each of our senses reeling
Is this really grief
Or relief we’re feeling?

© David Subacchi

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David Subacchi’s first English language collection ‘First Cut’ was published by Cestrian Press last month. He is a regular contributor to ‘Poetry 24’.