What is soil on the other earth in Ukrainian?

I am been thinking about all the terrible situation. 

War ….

 

All the people who are dying on the ground.  

They become a part of the soil 

Some of them are crashed by 

 

wartanks and wagons 

Those people have no names 

anymore 

because they are not 

recognizable

 

Black blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else

Hauls me through air
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
 

I unpeel 
Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry

Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning