The Infantry (a imitation)

All is lost of the infantry
and no part of my love
the memory has fallen

the infantry was set
not found nor saved
and for all, they were called invisible
My love separated from them all

Of my memory of the house of insults
of the life in the struggle
stopped, not found in the forest
the house of the fallen loved

Desperation in the house of incessant anger
is lost in the struggle
and infinitely is not to be saved

--Made from a poem by Giuseppe Ungareti, and Ted Berrigan--