One By One Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

One by one, one to one, one before one...
One in field is not a soldier, none,
One in soup - is not bad... better many...
One in row - seems to be shadowy.
You can't catch image of one from row -
All of them in one form, unique so...
One to one, one by one, one-n-one after...
The do run, they can't smile from disaster
Of the bursts, of the flame, of the fire...
Of one horror of war - in one tempest,
Which they can't throw away from each breathing...
One to one, one by one, one - to this one...
Their names are all cut in the memory
Of one people, of other one, of another...
War - as flame from the match... going ever...
One... the other one.. one-one-one...