The command was "No Surrender!" - and no one did. Though there would be no medals for that. Only a flock of black vultures circle above, Over the bodies of our soldiers. There in his chariot is the God of War. Buried in the earth are the soldiers. Now there are white birds from somewhere, Over the last remains of our soldiers. Following death, the birds find their places, And so, the white birds are over our soldiers, And the vultures are circling above, Over the black column of enemy carcasses.
© Rolland Amos. Translation, 2018