lenigrad cemery, winter of 1941

this poem was one of those morbid ones about death i deffinatly don't like, but some of the imagery helped to paint better pictures to make it bearable. the similies were cool, like in the third stanza where the speaker compares the wrapped corpses to butterflys in caccoons where a "new life inside is prepared". i interpreted this as these are the me going to heaven, the ones who are saved. they have a new life in heaven. the next two lines after this seem to refer to the men who are not religious and are not saved. the last three lines where interesting becuase they hint that even though life is so hard in this war that these men are in, they don't want to leave it, that they would keep fighting forever if they could.