Otherwise, Giacomino's most aulic and rhetorically ambitious piece is a lament for the death of the beloved, Morte, perché m'hai fatta sì gran guerra (Death, Why Have You Warred Against Me So), the oldest Italian example of its kind, together with Pier della Vigne's Amando con fin core e con speranza.

With so many able-bodied men and women fighting in guerrilla units, old women and children had to work. For example, in “Chih-tan county of district one, a 52 year old woman in Ts’ai-she-p’ing village had reclaimed about two acres of land within only one month.”]

[T]he sound of the ululation brought my own past and future, my entire life, in front of my eyes like a very long road, and it was as if this ululation was reaching the ear from its most distant and shadowy edges. This is how my day began.

[…] and what with my crippledom and thy piety, a-wheeling of thy poor old dad, we'll bleed the bumpkins of a dacha-saltee.