Andrew Crisci Poet Lyric

Eulogy To Amatrice

Euphoric Amatrice once stood proud
among smaller towns below and around, 
it's domineering belltower was tall;
it's clock, sleek and strong, amazed all...
how it fought both weather and time
more than a sentinel keeping an eye. 
August came with a vengeance so horrid,
a roar that lasted nine seconds was heard,
every wall started shaking and crumbling:
no escape for those souls soundly sleeping;
dust from falling building scattered crickets;
dogs barked, ravens flew from their nests,
Lampposts went out on every dnarrow street,
a mother held her child running on bare feet.
Amatrice, your glorffy was seen from far and above:
testimony of a prosperous age so savaged and gone;
sorrow, desperation and loss are read in everyone's eyes,
hands dig to find those buried under cement and stones.


Written on 8/29/2016

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