I see you there

I see you there unseen—millions

behind the windows peering out

on empty streets and wondering

about an end that will not come.


I see you there imprisoned by

an enemy unseen—held together

by the threads of dignity that are 

stretched and pulled beyond relief.


Nothing matters against this darkness

except the empty streets and the people 

locked away—not knowing the hour or 

the day for health, death or release.


I see you there in the buildings seeking

a fragment of humanity, and while the 

world peers through a camera lens, you

look out—on empty streets pondering why.


For Italy