Soldati. Amici. Vite.

VITA:

Si sta come

d'autunno

sugli alberi

le foglie

DEATH:

DEATH is a dialogue between   
The spirit and the dust.   
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,   
I have another trust.”   
 
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.           
The Spirit turns away,   
Just laying off, for evidence,   
An overcoat of clay.