It
didn’t make global headlines when dishonour descended on Lecce.
Italian
football riots are expected anyway.
In
the docile Florence of the South rage exploded without warning.
Yet
only newspaper headlines disturb cafe tranquillity this morning.
Smiling
baristas pull their shots. Conversation is warm and polite.
No
one mentions where they watched the match last night.
Eyes
behind dark sunglasses mask misplaced pride, disgust or regret.
It
isn’t time for accusations or apologies yet.
A
city gripped by silence, all know where the guilty are.
The
Ghosts of Mussolini are sipping coffee in the bar.
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