Never has he understood his own nature

at the center of which, 

a conversation between two men.

He speaks to the others

of the times

he woke, the fresh snow,

later, in the dark,

reads the letter from his village.

Finally he rests

and dries his clothes.

Neha gives him a piece of meat

and lies at his side.

At that time in the village

a fear the animals would perish.

The clergy made rounds, applying a balm.

Most of this he would not remember.

He lay down his musket, 

he lay down, 

drank

and stood again.