Death of the Warrior

“Take a rest,” said the sergeant.
“Maybe we too will never return
home.” Marvezzi knew
how to dig into the stone with his fingernails.
“Marvezzi,” shouted the soldiers,
“may the earth lie light on you, Marvezzi.”
Today the woman weighs more
than the dried grass underfoot…
How they died in April!
Their country gave them
a wollen greatcoat and death.
The second soldier kept silent.