To Kill or Be Killed

He jumped in the foxhole

beside me in pitch dark.

I wonder who he is;

why i am shaking like this?

Is he a friend or foe?

There is no way to know.

And then, i felt his hand.

He seemed to understand.

Therefore each of us knew

what we would have to do:

Love friend or enemy

and hope he could love me.

I’m no politician.

Love is a magician.

Walt Abbott–5-31-2010