Grilled and carbonized matter

Choked with debris

Mon Cher

Their bones will be scattered and their bodies will rot.

Tragic little soldiers

unmasking battery

and causing dreadful destruction 

She passed heaps of comrades,

Friends and foes joined in one mass.

One might think the sky was on fire, 

And she who has not seen it with her own eyes

Cannot imagine the disorder. 

Mouth full of brains from the girls killed beside her

Desperately tearing out hair and cursing,

Praying with fever to have a conversation with the divine.