Giovane donna

Sunk Submarine

Memory of a sinking in the Salerno's gulf

At break of the dawn waters had a rustle
and deep bottom was quaking in the hustle
waves spread human plights. After bursting of fire
wide sounds of weak life resounded in the higher.

Widespread like a flame news filled my bore
with echoes of chance, but in steel coffin core
last noises fell silent. Begun widows' tears . . .
and wet clotted straight on their scares

On the yesterday's daily still lasting two lines
remind me an old story of sorrow and pines.
Didn't cause outcry, their sounds had no chance
in the past remote still of the water expanse.

And nowadays is dead even the mothers' pain
but sea whispers still the endless death's refrain
of things. Bare notes of black ink remain secrete
into the dusty archives of a forgetful defeat.